pleasantly
the itsy bitsy modern man climbed up the mound of debt
down came the acid raid and quenched the city's drought
out came the sun and fried out all their brains
and the itsy bitsy skeleton was forged into the grout
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau
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