Sunday, September 16, 2012

Fleeing from Brainrot

Pity the poor man at seventy-eight, who wrote of memories galore, His Betz cells he noted of late, have begun to flee through the door. It's all very well if you're twenty-five, Betz cells healthy and sound, Don't take it for granted that you'll survive; hurry to write it all down!  

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