countless times we may have crossed, when I was lost
or a ghost by a coast at most
felt tossed from someone's frost
mind not, i'm quite overdosed
back then I swore, to never restore
be as easy as shore and let anyone get to my core
but like the Minotaur, you overbore
mind not the sore, you bore for more
hurricanes may come, tsunamis, maybe some
with your bizarre guitar, you strum and hum
with you, i'll stick like under your shoe, that gum
mind this: You will never cause glum
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