Huh...When You Think You Know a Guy...
Why is it always the people,
Who you think you know the most,
That dumbfound you with such hidden talent,
As to render you're own mind lost.
You stand in awe and admiration,
Ignoring the envious beast grappling at your ankle,
Content with feeling joy and pride,
Wondering what the heck turned the handle.
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