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I'm going to tackle that waulrus

And then make spaghetti with my spleen

I will kill a chicken if I cant have him

And then disturb the turnips reading the yellowe pages

I shall drink hot chocolate to warm me up

On that blizzerous summer day

I believe in love to the depths of my soul

Even though I have lost it

I want it again

I am hungry and tired

In too many ways...

But I can always count on those lab rats

Who are addicted to Lattes

If not my own sanity