May 11, 2011
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As the long gong resounds in the wind,
so does my soul when I hear the twilight serenade chirping from within.

The mystical wisteria lilac catches my nose,
and with the prelude sonata it grows,

Until I am swept with the kaiser jangle
and I end up with nothing but a bagel.

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