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These are the outpourings of an old
dragonette,
who's putting it down 'fore she lays the next
bet.
The game is life and her stake's about gone.
Been at this table just a little too long.
The dice are cold as her love's passed beyond
and the missing of him has taken her down.
Desolation had sapped her joi de vivre
and here she is, at Charon's sea.
But it's still her pass and if the FHAAYYT
WHHEELZ allow,
she'll skip the boat ride and keep her vow.
The site's a maze but not intentionally so.
Too much sadness made her slow.
(Organizing the facts to pass on to the hatch
is the only thing keepin' her in the match.)
So, pardon the maze till the light melts the
haze.
Thanks for the surf, and,
HAPPY DAYS!!!!
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Advance, if you dare!!
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