There once was a man named Stan,
Going fast was always his plan.
Once he reached warp speed,
It was soundly agreed,
He got hard as the poor 'ol Tin Man!
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Packrat Poet
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.
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He froze right. Poor stan.