| I Wrote Me A Poem! |
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Alarm Clock I hear you on the wire, Before my clock sounds, Chirping at all, Sounding your Barbaric Yalp Where do you come from? Where do you go, My small, mighty, Helpful non-pet. What do you birds do? To share your beers, To visit your friends, To see and be seen? Jesus knows. He won't tell all. Jesus knows very well, I love mystery. |
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