April 22, 2002

  • Forget it!! I love you all too much.
    Except those of you I hate--and
    I have no idea who you are--
    (O yes I do--not really--but I pretend I don't for your sake).
    But if you think it's you, you're wrong.
    (If you're thinking at all, for that matter, go get a beer.)
    And if you're sure it's not you, you're strong!
    Now here come the Xangabots--I must lay low--
    So near I hear their pitter-patter
    and their squeaking, cleanly
    fixing everything I broke.

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