When your nails and gravity have grown too long; don't hesitate. Wish, wish
wish into the fountain of youth.
I can't move in fear of going somewhere.
Imagining Polynomians garden in fortune and fame.
Silly, I wish I can go back from where I came.
The guards never leave their post.
Left looking like those.
Up and down and down again back to burgundy.
Everybody stands behind me 44th street when the street gets rough.
The joker is there to bluff and the jack to puff.
I believe I've had enough.
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