Boxed along in curry
With a process in your heart
You run along a hurry
For a catatonic start

You hinder on a worry
And you linger on a lot
The winter has you blurry
And the summer far too hot

Holler on Holland
For a northerner
It’s sweaty every day
Any night is fairer
With a solace in the hay


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