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There's a game I'd like to play
but hammered from an insane day
of smiling at crazies and calming them down
If brain cells were firing I'd start with a poem
my soul would roam wistfully gleefully home
where me and the muse would dress up for the town
Unfortunately it's been one helluva day
and all my tired brain cells coherently can say
is
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick.