there once was a man,
who became very grand,
when he got the can,
and started a band,
and from then on,
the credits rolled,
life went on,
until we got trolled,
sadly missed it,
the train left,
its passengers stranded,
but fear not,
lest we get paralysed,
hope is borne,
by the wind of change,
these winds,
are never loud,
crass and crude,
they are subtle,
ever powerful,
but soon you’ll see,
the meaning of me,
and all of the things,
connected to ,


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