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By jwb71913 Date: 2004 Jun 14 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.14.13.58.20043]] |
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He was an odd duck, though friendly enough His heart was still young, though his belly wasn't buff He wrote when he felt lonely, he wrote when he felt pain He wrote until he couldn't stay up, slept and wrote again He compared notes with others, left clever little jibes And sometimes connected with the others vibes Though silly in format, his words were sincere Then he found the blender, and said THANK God I'm here |