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--------------------------------------- The unstable versed version: --------------------------------------- I shiver from cold,     In darkness, the rain, The fever's still high,     I'm fighting with pain. You wait for a sign      That you'll never get. Though thoughts are just thoughts,       You cannot forget. No hope, no tomorrow.     Just books and a glass Half full and half empty...      At least we have class. ------------------------------------ The stable versed version: ------------------------------------ I shiver from cold, In darkness, the rain, Fever prolonged, I'm fighting with pain. You wait for a sign That you'll never get. Though things don't align You cannot accept. Hope for tomorrow Are books and a glass To drown the sorrow. At least we have class.

  Got my back twisted Sitting on the couch. When unassisted I act like a grouch. Looking like an ogre, Hardly in control, I have spots all over, An itching in my soul. In a day like this Time just loses power. Life could be a bliss With a long, warm shower.

With which one should I start? The one with gold in its fur? The one with the quickest nose? Or maybe the blue-eyed wonder? If you think they're all alike, Just watch them closely. Each sniff, each leap, each bark— A spirit uniquely stark. One howls like a wild forest wolf, One reads every trail you've walked, And one gazes into your very soul. I'll start talking, but who knows when I'll end?

Fly with glee, My busy bee! You are free, Can't you see? Count to three, Then show to me, The next sweet tree, Where you'll be.

A movie he'd known for years Is "The Rabbit Without Ears". All his thoughts on it coheres That there is no time for tears. If you can defeat your fears, You will gain a few careers, And you'll see that life just clears When you walk on higher spheres.

Who would like to face A heart warm embrace At the office space? If this is your case We'll all stop the race And hug you with grace.