#$%#% Psychological shit going down in the city.
Take pity on yourself, and me.
For to join the club, I wave crazy.
In bogs and marshes, I weigh myself
with sticks and stones.
All that I can carry.
Go on! pile a few on.
Let's make the scale.
Under a cat's tale.
In the morning few find glory.
I found some, then righted myself to
see I was quite mistaken.
In the mist it all blends to the nothing.
It where we started right.
So welcome home.
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