I've figured out how
to Huck Twain, I think.
Think like Sawyer,
Mean like Finn,
Sow like Samuel
and reap, eat and
bake endless complaint!
Oh wait. Bad. Bad tick,
no dog in it. Not a lot
of fight's worth, either.
OK, skip columnizing,
humorist is out. Try
just Polly. No wait.
Becky.
She's beautifully cool
for you, dude! Quick!
Impress her with a tall
story, full of lies about
why you expected this!
That's Hucked Lemons,
Longhorn. Mark that spot
X: don't dig. Find another
map. It's - hint - buried
someplace. Ask Tom,
he knows everything
right.
That guy
is a real brass tax
you could hold in mind
and heart forever! Dying
and laughing inevitability.
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