I wish I could rhyme
As if I were drawing nines,
But I'm sawing off any recollection
Of the collection of thoughts for memory.
And this lying wouldn't mean anything
As I let them lay down the beat
Before the blackened crystal sea,
And rather meet them festive after.
Let the smiles mix with the laughter,
The pool room and the chapter,
A good friend and the older ones,
More fun with less disaster!
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