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In a land where heads are spheres, And logic rolls away in tears, A giant mouth just loves to talk— But never lets the others squawk. The dapper gent? He strokes his chin, Debating where he should begin. Should he jest or hold his breath? Crack a joke or flirt with death? And on the floor—what once remained, A melted friend with veins estranged. Did he speak a bit too much? Or try to sing? Or laugh too much? The lesson here? It’s hard to say— Shout too loud, you’ll waste away. Stay too quiet, blend right in, But where’s the fun if you don’t grin?
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In a land where heads are spheres, and logic rolls away in tears, a giant mouth just loves to talk— but never lets the others squawk. The dapper gent? He strokes his chin, debating where he should begin. Should he jest or hold his breath? Crack a joke or flirt with death? Did he think too much? Did he blink too slow? Did the words pile up? Did they overflow? Talk too loud, you’ll waste away. Stay too quiet, blend to gray. Find the line, take your chance— or melt right through the floor… and dance. And on the floor—what once remained, a melted friend with veins estranged. Did he speak a bit too much? Or try to sing? Or laugh too much? The lesson here? It’s hard to say— Shout too loud, you’ll fade away. Stay too quiet, blend right in… But where’s the fun if you don’t grin? Talk too loud, you’ll waste away. Stay too quiet, blend to gray. Find the line, take your chance— or melt right through the floor… and dance. But where’s the fun… if you don’t grin?
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