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"I'll think I'll put on my hat, my hat, my hat, my hat, my hat..."
molten mammoths migrate many miles.
makes me melt meekly, meanwhile.
molded modest models Monday.
misusing mixed molecules mandatorily,
my monopoly manufactured mankind.
sadly, the stories stopped.
the tremors took a tremendous toll,
and the universe unwove.
we vowed visits to the vomitorium,
and we wondered what went wrong.
