There was an Old Man of the East,
Who gave all his children a feast;
But they all ate so much
And their conduct was such
That it killed that Old Man of the East
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I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.
by John Lars ZwerenzA Winter's Night
Take my hand, where the white petals play,
In the caress of the soft, winter breeze,
Which winnows through the snow clad trees,
Beneath the sky of a gilded gray.