Your poem I just couldn't lick
The rhymes they just wouldn't stick
it seems there are few
words left that fit you
So I gave up and made you a limerick
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There are things that we need and things that are Ned. Nedfulthings: a collection of labyrinthine conversations and a fistful of dreams... |
Ned experiences a rare moment of whimsy
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