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Hail the whale
I think it's time
To make a rhyme
To total the sum
About my tum
Hail the whale
With a short tale
Of my shame and woe
Between me and below
A stick I have bin
For years without sin
So easily missed
Oh now, how I wish
Food for you
Food for all
Food for me
So gloriously
How my time could be busy elsewhere
How I could care or share
...Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:00 am
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