Words written in sand are so fragile
That their fleeting employ must be agile,
From 'addict' to 'old'
Naughty habits grow bold,
Tellin' time, "In my heart, I'm still bad, chile!"

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Congrats! No more 'addict', dear Connie!
Your 'old hand' is cool, well-earned, and bonnie!
We will never grow bored
With the joy you have stored,
Boy, those mushrooms must make you real goney!

(and for ending like that, I'm 'real goney', too!)...well, try to find somethin' else to rhyme with Connie and bonnie, go 'head!