| Pour the hourglass sand in the rusted tin can
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| the looking glass man dressed in robes from Japan
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| The chauffeur of the van with the globe in his hand,
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| The roller coaster lands in the ocean
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| Alas, the commotion is matched by the force of the splash,
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| The source of the blast was a poor silly guy
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| The orphan in rags,
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| a fraudulent match for the torturous wrath of the horseman in black
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| The sorcerer laughs,
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| Foes in the bath with a cauldron of rats, gone in a flash
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| The forces of life,
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| Absorbed in a fight with the wrong and the right,
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| The author was typing, the water was icy, the slaughter was pricey
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| the martyr was light-skinned with chartered indictments that started in high
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| school
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| His father was Michael, He shot him with a rifle,
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| A product of the cycle. |