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A thousand thoughts, where is my pen?
A thousand brave acts, what is my name?
It feels surreal – even when I get to ten
Jolly as a Rancher
Now, where is the rain?
I thought I had the answer
Plug the drain
A few drinks later and tomorrow came
With water soaked shoes
It all came crashing down
Like Jenga with one turn of the Rubik’s Cube

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