Yonder on the dew drenched morn
I with despair stop to mourn
Waves tragic in the air
You buried with a flair
Tell me lady Mac Rover
Did you skip, trip and recover?
Where for you urgent ventured
On the maze of intermittent time
In the pause between games with dime
Did you foster thoughts that engross
Did you absent minded mis happen pause
Or where you in midst of arguing laws?
Did your convertible insured for loss
Master mind this cause?
Did the traffic remain the cause?
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