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Infinite Crises


 

  Monday, April 14, 2003
My Best Squirt had lost her way
Into the darkness slow she fell
Could not she tell the night from day
From in the depths of dark dank well

So down the chasm rope I'll slip
And hope her hold still has its strength
Help at my side a stronger grip
We pull her rope for all its length

Down so deep its quite a fight
She needs to see to escalate
So down the shaft we drop a light
More easily to guide her fate

Now all together we pull her out
From heartbreak in the first degree
Of one thing we have no doubt
My Best Squirt will soon be free
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