Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, October 20, 2000

Aaah, the return to childhood...
Little bunny Foofoo,
Bouncing through the forest,
Catching all the field mice
And bumping them on the head.

What I think is really amazing about this is that it has undeniable rhythm and ease of remembrance, and yet has no rhyme. Yes, it is late and I am reaching the culmination of my evening of religious social fasting and loud music listening.

Incidentally, I can't remember how the rest of that little non-rhyme goes. Anyone could help me would be a nice person.

Time for bed.

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