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Magical Mystical Hypnotic Me

Magical mystical hypnotic me Tragical tristical erotic whee Exotic purpuric robotic see? Magical mystical hypnotic me Unfortunately I get these Seuss rhymes of blue, Making up words faster than I have any right to It is like my muse is on fire with silliness I have to go along, with her crazy willy-ness I dance and prance my way through this reluctantly Wishing I could stop and get myself a cup of tea But Trixie my arrogant muse is not to be thwarted or stopped She is in charge of my dendrite alley, and will give me a whop. Magical mystical hypnotic me Tragical tristical erotic whee Exotic purpuric robotic see? Who else has this trouble besides little ‘ole me?

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