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Bob On A Bike
A man named Bob,
Once rode a bike.
He wobbled his way,
Right out of site.
Was it his memory?
Or was it his eyes?
Was it the merlot?
Or was it his size?
Joy Weare.
16th October, 2004.
Bob On A Bike
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