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When Alfred Was Witty

When Alfred was witty Alfred, the pianist who insist he is not my father Told me he could walk on water, to prove it we went to where the water is shallow he sank slowly, legs, torso and his head I was not unduly worried, at the bottom, he walked back to shore and I gave him back his alpaca and French Beret, but I said nothing he hadn`t stepped on water only walked on it. He borrowed my shoes to get home I; his son had to walk barefoot and he never returned my shoes

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Date: 2/6/2018 9:16:00 PM
was Alfred drunk? nice poem, i like this Jan
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Jan Hansen
Date: 2/7/2018 1:52:00 PM
no Alfred was not, he was just eccentric