Are seldom just that.
Take for instance the other night.
I aimed for the moon
And got three feet above my head.
I inhaled deeper, blew harder,
the smoke - no rings - got to four.
I then stood up and gained a solid six feet
over my previous attempt.
It wasn't the moon,
But I got somewhere.
I got up.
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