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He was a one who liked the bums, who filled the blanks in
Others puns.' He took the literary litrally..And lauded all the
royals most librally' he was into his cottaging i beleive?
He kept some tricks, in his long old sleeves! He shook his
Spear at many a lad..And the upper crust he made real
Glad, he'd trowl on praise like no one else, leaving Anne truly
On the shelf.) A thespian he trod some boards' old willies
Wiles oft had them floored' an actor like so many others!
Lauded and praised he has yet; his lovers.' Theres a solid line
Of similar rakes wilfred bramble of the latter dates' bill 
cosby, puff the daddy to' and then there was the wacko
Who sang of it blue (of men and mirrors) it gets me thinking?
Of richards and parnes and glitter and even sir saville stinking' of
liberace and even
da'vinchi.' With machinations contravening convention' opening this subject thats
My intention! (anthony kidman?) but not Jon Wedger..' Now
We have a man of a differentt feather.' Yet we never really hear
Of him!! Still alive but his profiles dimmed.? Mel Gibson
Also an honest agent' yet vilified in many pages, jim calviezel i rate him well 'and sound of freedom' what happened pray tell? Oh yes I remember!! An old plan-demic came,  and couple of wars.)
And threats to life..Have we been there before? They let
The days accumulate; the decades form, to cover the cake
Maybe we'll sleep? ( yet not to dream?) While a nightmare
Continues along with humanitys muted screams!

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