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Dude: thermomania
His
thermomania, we know,
Took
guises odd and strange.
He stared
for hours at the flames
On his old
kitchen range.
And he
loved staring at the sun—
Which put
him in a bind,
For you
can’t do that very long
Without
becoming blind.
His
thermomania, we know,
Took
guises strange and odd—
But none
as self-defeating as
His curses
at his God
Whenever
it was cloudy—or
His
fireplace wouldn’t light—
Or matches
wouldn’t flare at all:
When
nothing seemed just right.
Though I
must say that it turned out
For him, I
guess, just swell.
For he has
lots of flames to watch
In
H-E-Double-L.
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