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like the dreary pale sand
upon which the udon noodle
fell before the mop had passed
and the young mand found
what it was that he had dropped
in his own foolish little lap.
tired he was among the high spirits
and the higher content ones
high upon their thrones
with not a care in the world,
waiting for the day they die.
upon which the udon noodle
fell before the mop had passed
and the young mand found
what it was that he had dropped
in his own foolish little lap.
tired he was among the high spirits
and the higher content ones
high upon their thrones
with not a care in the world,
waiting for the day they die.