How dry can you be
Looking at a mirow of yourself
How mad can you try
Searching and not wanting enough to eat
Leave it and let it be
A thousand step started with a crawl
Now you hardly eat or sleep
Preferring to drink with a straw
Tomorrows tidings will surely glarden
And put roses on a well laid garden
Have you not heard it said
That today's queens were youthful skeletons
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