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Head buried in work, He could have gone berserk. How he sat and read, He is a wonderful lad. He is knowledgeable, Has he eaten vegetables? Howls, groans, whine. He does not seem kind of fine. Homework formed a hill, He had totally no time to kill. Hands are always filled, Holds a pen found on the field.

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Date: 1/19/2016 12:45:00 PM
JOEL,, THIS IA AN AWESOME POEM....SKAT
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Date: 7/23/2010 7:34:00 AM
Keep the poetic pen flowing.
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