there is no time left fire and flood famine and pestilence I must do something get off my butt but whut? the dutchboy sticking his thumb I could be another such dutch but where is the hole small as my thumb? if I could only find it but it's too late now the dike is gone the dam is bust the ding has donged procrastination has done us in and I procrast with the best
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