A Poem
You wonder why it is
that I can't find the time to write--
I'm always climbing up to that great height.
You query why it is
my blog is not updated--
I'm jumping off the walls: I'm not sedated.
Your thoughts at times may question
"Where's Beedow's cute reflection?"
I tell you once I tell you twice:
I'll show my locks in two days thrice.
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"Good show, Stritchy. But I asked you to behave, not behave like a f*cking geography teacher." -Noel Coward
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