Keeper Of The Flame

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You are six foot tall.
You are six foot tall!
I am five foot six.
That's rather small.
I don't think I like you at all....



You're so suave and debonair.
Girls follow you everywhere!
But not me.  I don't know how to mix.
That's a bit unfair!
But me jealous?  Au contrere....



I hear you have a college degree.
A degree in gastroenterology!
I barely made tenth grade.
But I'm rather good at astrology!
I could strangle you with glee....



I did happen to notice you are bald.
And what is that ridiculous comb-over called?
My hair didn't go away, it stayed!
Your head so shiny, I'm appalled!
I think I like you after all....
 




Feb 6 2009



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