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Jul 2019
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
Written by
Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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