I mixed up the fiddle with the faddle,
Just a little bit of my mistake identification,
But just a little.
No big deal just pick up where we left off,
Even if the lid was left off when heff coughed,
Just in case you get the urge to carry aloft,
I will deem you to be opposing soft.
But when you drop the sharpie marker,
Don't you dare stop to pick it up,
That's why many come inside of the box,
No need for acting like you're tough.
I once walked through a storm,
it was the middle of the eye,
I thought that it was over,
But it turned out to be a lie.
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