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Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mice ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The others escaped with minor injuries.
Yours is not to reason why,
Just to Sail Away.
And when you find you have to throw
Your Legacy away;
Remember life as was it is,
And is as it were;
Chasing sounds across the galaxy
'Till silence is but a blur.
-- QYX.
The glances over cocktails
That seemed to be so sweet
Don't seem quite so amorous
Over Shredded Wheat
👾 -- 👹 -- 👃 -- 🍇 -- 🔋 -- 🕺 -- 📗 -- 🌋 -- 🎁 -- 📘 -- 🚗 -- ⚡ -- ⛳ -- 💛 -- 🌸
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