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You heard about, 'be your own man'
You talk a lot and loud
Illustrate the obvious boy
You're mentally endowed
Watershed year comes
You're flush with fever
The richest junk dealer
Honestly, a book you read once let you
Think in rhyme. The old extreme sits
Pale and molds now for the
Millionth time
Wilma's rainbow of peaceful colors
The richest junk dealer
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