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The Magical PEZ of Death
Perhaps, if I really knew
Just what it takes to get to you
You'd up and say, "I'm finally through
With dorks with names like Phil and Stu

Exciting as this all may seem
My real life is still but a dream
At home I merely sit and steam
And watch the goldfish as they teem

Zillions of moments I sit and pout
Longing for a pint of stout
To sit, to drink, to think about
Storms and floods, disease and drought

...and...

...The Magical PEZ of Death.

r. s. kroon February 13, 1997

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