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I’m having salmon for dinner. You?
The tide rolls in, out rolls the tide
A man may long to come inside
All depending on his strength
She may long to check his length
Or his height if it feels right
She may even check his width
Depends whose time she's spending with
If the square root of the hypotenuse
Does not compute, results are moot
You're left with low-hanging fruit
Which at times can be tasty
Other times can be a waste, see?
Do you know where this is going?
I'll be damned if I am knowing
I happened to pick out a topic
Where my knowledge's microscopic
Sorry if I waste your time
Hey, at least the lines, they rhyme
