Wandering Scrybe

Lost because there is no way, still wandering because there is a will.
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Maniacle Nursery Rhyme

 

Read like a simple nursery rhyme:

 

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My tonic is my friend
It gets me through each bend

 

Though not sweet in taste
It takes effect with haste

 

Bringing humor and good chear
Showing nothing left to fear

 

Reach for number two, three, four
Yes, I'll have some more

 

Pass it around,
Down the round

 

So pull up a stool
And Have a drink with a fool

 

 

 

Sunday, May 14, 2006