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His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing
When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping

So the town gave him this nickname
Sad epitaph to his fateful fame

They say shame is our deepest sorrow
Those who have it, dread every tomorrow

He was homeless yet some let him in 
A lonely, troubled fella with no known kin

Nothing ever worked as hard as he'd try
His head always down as he'd pass you by

Although he'd found Chrissy's lost kitten
Some in our town became quite smitten

He rushed in on the hardware store fire
In reward, he became the unofficial town crier

They found him one cold morning, so sad a farewell
All curled up in his street side stairwell

They said there was nothing anyone could do
Tragically, Bob's real story, nobody knew

This happens sometimes with people we see
But that doesn't mean it's the way it must be

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