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the whim

There once was a boy, tall and thin

who took a train ride on a whim

the train took him to the depths of hell

where he sat a rang a solitary bell

and in the early morning when the clock struck thrice

he was fed a single bowl of plain, white rice

this is how he spent his lonely days

his mind stuck in a foggy haze

he decided one day to try and leave

only to find the devil is impossible to decieve

so he was stuck there in the depths of hell

ringing his lonely, solitary bell

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