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Of age old lighters All vast and sundry These are what make up My father's hobby Stuffed into his desk Were such novelties He could have boasted Twas as large as he Regular raven With his jewelries His full collection I never did see Only when he passed Did I lay my eyes On all the treasures That drawer did hide Every size and shape Of lighter there is I guarantee you There was one of his So much like his gauds His wondrous person Never came to light Til he had passed on
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Lights
Of age old lighters All vast and sundry These are what make up My father's hobby Stuffed into his desk Were such novelties He could have boasted Twas as large as he Regular raven With his jewelries His full collection I never did see Only when he passed Did I lay my eyes On all the treasures That drawer did hide Every size and shape Of lighter there is I guarantee you There was one of his So much like his gauds His wondrous person Never came to light Til he had passed on
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
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