Ooode To Mañana
The rush and slack we make
Constructing our own quake.
The grouch cry to the dawn
skeptick as fate's own pawn
The frill to our own will
To fill in all the thrill
Detainee Nominee
Devotee to coffee
Hunting the key of me.
Hesitation we must fight
To reflect of our own light
'tween the fable we all write
(spelling errors are on purpose)
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