The studious sort.. the proof in the pudding
A junior of sorts, no no Cuba Gooding
A reasonable breed far ahead of the pack
A mimicking laugh that will cut little slack
A quasar, a sentry, a pencil, a penny
A song that's pre-recorded in alphabetical order
A broad wooden nose, pinocchio knows
He's seen through the dream
He's been past belief
Creation it sprawls
Through the blue coral reef
The rug it gets pulled out from under me
Such beauty it births, sprout seeds through the dirt
I'm larger than life with a pride well deserved
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