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On the Discovery of Fevers and Properly Supervised Elevation (Limerick) by Enkidu I sat yesterday in my bed
Feigning pains so severe in my head
As my mother came near
She whispered in my ear
That for now I'd be better off dead
Almost an empty elevator
Except for this shifty-eyed waiter
What a dull sort of work
To lift hundreds of jerks
And I... hey, I know you...Christian Slater!
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