There once was a guy named Hockely,
who always boasted quite cockily;
That he would pass enough gas,
you would have to wear a mask,
anytime he ate cheese and broccoli.
Broken ideas recovered
My mind is shattered like glass hitting the pavement.
The rest of my body functions properly.
Mixed thought broken in my mind nearly wasted sloppily.
Eventually re made, to something that works cockily.
I nearly could not recover it all, it nearly got wasted.
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