The wind has blown out the candle of reason
And left us all in the dark. It's storm season
In the summer lakes. I've decided treason
Is funnier when it's rhymed and rhymed again.
I need help. I'm not the funniest of men.
Madness laughs in the gaps between now and then
But only every now and then. Thunderclaps
Remind us impressive winds run under, clasp
The waves the lightning rips asunder, and gasp.
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