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In the early dawn Of our knees that stood us up The echoes of escape that showed us the path To be bright but weary While wearing a pledge

To be asking for eruptions As the eponymous judge swore to the North And a jolt just for asking- For a pledge to the forest For a handheld in the dark To be leaning but not weary

For a basket of flowers by May And not being a jerk But out of this house for an hour To stop by the early horse- As it ran for the town of McLaughlin’s hand

And so to the land of Maud And seemingly escaping the transfer By wickedness and disbutter For the simple towel that brushed the south Of our lanyard in a bucket While the simple math in secret Was IBM And it ruined our day