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He was nuttier than a fruitcake.
He ate dry fruits,and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least I thought he was.
After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new,just a fish or two.
A crackpot,a crank,a nutcase,they said.
But him and his beautiful wife,they wed.
They were married on April fools day.
The first of April,and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder and the lightning.
Man,was it frightening.
The thunder and the lightning.
But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in,and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.
Nothing like the fruitcake.
Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake...
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