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9/17/20

poor Smithy Smith bit and bit and bit
he bit until he couldn't bite another bit
he wouldn't dare admit to quit
so for respite he sat for a quick sit
a millisecond later drinks were sipped
lips were licked slick and forks gripped
and that was exactly what was writ
large in poor Smithy Smith's obit (RIP)

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