RED SKY

Red sky at breakfast, please pass the syrup. Syrup does rhyme with breakfast, right? Okay fine, let me try again, I think I have something, maybe. Red sky at the tip of your tongue, sailors among? Far flung? Unsung? Dung dung dung? Whatever.

Also, I’m not sure sailing around the world on a giant banana is going to help me walk more, sigh.

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