You know,
here at this crossroads,
I want to go where
the fire is.
I want to go
where you didn’t take
me, to the sirens
falling over the river,
to the river burning.
When Groucho Marx was on his deathbed, and a nurse came around with a thermometer, explaining that she wanted to see if he had a temperature, he responded, "Don't be silly—everybody has a temperature."
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