A young lady devotedly
Went repeatedly
To an orators rally.
Mightily touched, he
Asked the lady
`What you see in me ?
`Sir, replied she,
`I had a goat billy,
Which I loved dearly.
Thy beard a nice goatee
Much reminds me
Of my beloved billy
Such goats are we
In the eyes loving many.
18.5.2002; 5.52 p.m.
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