There are thugs, Persian rugs and small bugs,
river tugs, china mugs, drugs and plugs.
You can play with those words
it's for free-thinking nerds
as for me, I prefer cyberhugs.
Though I say, if I may, it may pay
if I slay all the gray, in some way.
Buy a ticket and fly
and while high in the sky
wonder how I will bid you good day.
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