BOCK is having a poetry evening.
I left this with him.
A flock of Obsks
From down in Nobsks
Hiked up to Bobsks
To look for jobsks
Then back to Nobsks
With sighs and sobsks
There were, in Bobsks,
No jobsks for Obsks.
Dr. Seuss.
It's getting like that. A pain in the knobsks!
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