"Inspiration by Dylan," sayeth my muse
all these lines without benefit of booze.
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Wondering at the deaths of celebrities two
Mike Wallace himself and Thomas Kincaide too.
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Alliteration with alacrity towards which I strive,
I'd better behave if I touch a beehive.
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Alma mater dreams begot in the spring,
Red Georgian buildings are my kind of bling.
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Hunger not I, for the "Hunger Games" hype,
Nor does my hair look very good on Skype.
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Irish austerity plan seems not to be working,
sometimes my inner Keynes seems to be lurking.
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All play and no work makes Jack not a real joy.
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My brain be tired from Words With Friends,
If I rise too fast I'll get the bends.
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I shun the Daily Mail, one of those papers,
I don't need to see those bikini-clad gapers.
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