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Original Poem Below A lonely leaf in the breeze,flying over the frosty trees,it lands in the cold...

He looks happy on his rock. "Ah, maybe a frappuccino would do nicely," he thinks.: D

Blossoms like drops of silverShining in the blanket of darknessMourning to the moon

"As a professor of science, I assure you we did, in fact, evolve from filthy monkey-men."
Professor Farnsworth