There was a young couple named Miskelly
Got stuck together while watching the telly
Because in their haste
They used carpenter's paste
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The Chinese work
Work, work, work
Blank faced
They ask no questions
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There are no colors in reality
Just different wavelengths of light
An intricate matter
Of true complexity
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When the end came
The air was crisp and cold
All up the mountain side
The snow glittered in the sun
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Ism begins with I
Which is where its problems lie
It seldom matters what the prefix happens to be
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It is the wild bird
Sitting listless in a cage
Choosing not to be heard
That puts all heaven in a rage.
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Sometimes I think
if I could just
loosen up all the words
in the newspaper
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Harsh
The biting wind
Sweeps the bare tundra
The sun reflecting off the snow
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There is a plethora
Of information
Abounding
About dreams and pain
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