I think therefore I am, I am
I think I think
therefore I can
Can what? Can do, can be, can am!
Green eggs & ham?
I never touch it-
If truth be told,
Don’t think much of it.
Before too long I’ll be a loon
If the #@***#! sun does not show soon.
In a real short while I won’t be fine
Unless that blazing orb does shine.
Apollo, Hyperion & all you Phoebes
Shoot thy rays on my heebie jeebies
And please forgive this verbal mush
I’m just so sick of snow and slush
It’s near impossible to pass the lanes
My boots ache and a drowsy numbness pains. . . .
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