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Dec 2019
Killjoy left his mark
      On the sycamore tree;
      No doubt that he
Took special bits of bark

And not just some loose
       Pieces.  When I first espied
       It, I relied
On my friend, Caboose,

To bring me back to
       My senses, which he
       Did effectively.
Since then, I am to

Visit regularly
       The family doctor.
       Now, the able proctor
At the asylum duly

Requires of me certain
        Tasks that I must
        Perform in just
The correct form, to pertain

With his strict standards; ---
        But funny, the rabbit,
        He would grab it ---
The clip board --- and Bandards ---
  
The doctor --- he goes berserk!
        So I quit everything.
        Occasionally I bring
Some goodies to my place of work.
Written by
Robert M J Thomas
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