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Good Ol' Fred
eye see you so the blind man said
as in each hand he held a fishy head
their steely eyes were icy cold and dead
his wit it seems barely hanging by a thread
in a flash he ran home, lightning-fast he fled
soon overtaken by the smell of gingerbread
he ate a hundred cookies till he was fully fed
and off he rolled and finally found his bed
AP: 2nd place 2022
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