Buzzing buzzing buzzing.
Like a swarm of yellow jacket bees coming right for me.
Ouch that stung.
A bell ring a belling ringed,
My head is splitting like a piece of rotted out wood.
Could have, would have, should have.
I don't have the time.
I don't have the patients,
It's a pattern like a mad hatter, tattered and scattered am I.
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