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Runny Nose Ended Up On Clothes

coffee was sipping
while into past are slipping
am great at tipping

before last page through
much attention Beacon drew
worked beyond curfew

did display some doubt
Beacon told us all about
whale with water spout

bird sang here and there
when he did was with much care
rode off on a mare

chances seemed so fat
hitting homerun with his bat
became democrat

Beacon did propose
when you have a runny nose
ended up on clothes

wrote another verse
while curse became worse and worse
emptied out my purse

had walked hand in hand
but Beacon said may be banned
laying nude on sand
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