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This is positively surreal:
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my, lump in the bed
How I've missed you
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier."
Ladies and gentleman, I give you the poetic genius of the one, the only, Mr George W. Bush.
Unfortunately, I don't recall the finer points of the poetry critique techniques covered during the early years of my indoctrination, so I can only end with, "That's shit, that is!".
11 October 2003
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