“When I grow up…”
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a Graeme Garden;
or grew up to be a Tinker-Taylor-Soldier’s Pie;
but, I must admit,
that I am a bit Oddie at times.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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