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I Call Him Fred

I Call Him Fred Fred does it all He is asexual and marvellous Fred knows just about everything naturally Fred is rather studious Fred cares not if you die and he can see in the dark there, sitting on his celestial perch Fred's is the magical imaginary spark Fred knows your pleasures your secrets, thoughts and worse Yet Fred is not so easily impressed and oh, defies gravity, of course Fred hears everything you say in jest or barbarous anger Fred will never ever forget your sins And yeah, Fred's been here forever Fred is my ancient deity with a penchant for pure white clothing although I never seen my Fred non-existence is still curiously imposing So lets call him Fred or any name you'd choose pretend people are just like that the very essence of woowoo I'd say, don't be so disappointed at his failed omnipresence there are five-thousand to choose from one may easily supercede Fred's obsolescence

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