"The end is near...

Yet Poet-O pines for a miricle to keep me whole,

And full of the wonderment of existence."

"Struggle half-an-hour to put on my socks, shoes, clothing...

Then plop down again to rest my weary bones."

"'More, more', cry the beautiful ones;

'Give me more yodeling joy.'

Now the time flies...

And I must rest...

Before its too late to relate."

-- Poet-O

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