An Ode to the Letter “O”

Over, under, bottom, top

Odes to letters never stop

On the day I get to Z

Old and wrinkled, I may be

Or young and youthful, hopefully

Only time will tell, you see

Our lives are short, we need to grind 

Otherwise we’re wasting time 


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