Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Woe, be gone
Don't linger on
Just try and find a wider home
There's lots of spots
That you could go
Just pick a spot and thither roam
If you could bother
I'd be much happier than now
So get thee hence
Vamoose, you berks
And loude sing: Badoom mow mow
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