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Nov 2014
There once was a man/ named charlie dan/ whose house was filled with gold.

He liked to spend/ and he’d never lend/ until he grew quite old.

He sobbed and he sobbed/ and he felt quite robbed/ as the gold was taken away.

And the the dead old man/ named charlie dan/ has no gold in house to this day.
Limerickish
Tristan W
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Tristan W  Tennesee
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