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Upside Down Frown
Today, once again, I am down. So, I look around. Down the street, I see a clown. I frown. Through the window, I see a beautiful gown. I have a meltdown. Is there nothing in this town?
Ode to Honest Burger
Oh Honest Burger,  It's you I love, You are as valuable as a golden glove.
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