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80's A stranger he came,
To the place of the air.
He gave no indication,
That he had a care.
He covered his time,
Of Absurd to Sublime,
And only unwinding,
A piece of the mind.
It was pondered his thoughts,
Spouted pop fizz,
As they wondered unwaringly,
Who was he trying to kid?
But he found most of them,
A little mundane,
You can't laugh the whole time,
So just stay half sane.
