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Favorite Song
There he sat, intently listening
to the sweet melodies.
Letting all the simply glistening
beats be his remedies.
Betting on the bass christening
in exertions in his extremities.
A song so blistering and fresh
he decides to name it Listerine,
and tattoo its lyrics on his flesh.
He closes his eyes, enters a serene
scene and wishes he could mesh
with the notes but keep it pristine.
His eyelids slowly rise once more.
He rises himself, now prepared
for any thing the day has in store.
To this euphoria nothing compared,
and total allegiance to it he swore.
