keep pushin pawns, beheading bishops n cookin the rooks books,
sirius b rockin that hook, hiking up the queens skirt to get a better look,
took time finding a good seat,
to watch the wind advance and to see the smoke retreat,
but now the smells bitter sweet n the taste is so much better
gettin greater oxygen exchange, even in the colder weather
so tie that tether, walk hard sir lorax! n when the nic attacks,
give em no slack, just thank yerself for all the minutes given back.
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