Nights make me fly to Dreamland across time
On soft-winged moonbeams that keep filt'ring in;
Some past and future scenes come pouring in...
Those beck'ning shades were my partners in crime--
All urging me to cross the River Styx!
"Legs, Orly, Bloney...guys, you've gotta wait.
"Give me more time to do my acrostics;
"I fear our world is in a sorry state,
"An Apocalypse end could be my fate..."
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