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See you Nauts tomorrow! Sleep well when/if you get there. I'm limping my fat ass there right now!

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Goodnight, dear one, the stars are bright,
The moon will watch you through the night.
Close your eyes, let dreams take flight,
Rest in peace 'til morning light.

The cruelty is the point.

A lion prowls through golden dust,
With eyes like embers, fierce and just.
His mane flows wild, a fiery crown,
A king’s bold roar shakes earth and ground.
Beneath the sun, his shadows dance,
In realms of courage, strength, and chance.
Silent steps in the twilight’s haze,
An ancient grace, a hunter’s gaze.
In jungles deep, his kingdom lies,
Where savannah meets the skies.
A lion’s heart, bold and free,
Bound to the land, eternity.

A girl lost and small in the deepening night,
Wanders through shadows, far from the light.
Barefoot and quiet, she follows a star,
Hoping it leads her back from afar.

A breeze lifts her hair as she whispers a plea,
For warmth, for home, for someone to see.
In the hush of the dark, with a heart open wide,
She waits for a hand to find hers, to guide.

If Peter Max had illustrated The Wizard of Oz...

A butterfly lifts, light as air,
Colors bright, beyond compare.
With gentle wings, it drifts so high,
A fleeting bloom against the sky.

From petal to breeze, it flutters free,
Leaving only memory.
Gone too soon, yet here to stay,
In hearts that watched it fly away.