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Well, the Bear he just thought, as I had me rifle cocked,
of what the wind through the grass obeyed,
of the boat where he once had stayed.
It said, "I'd love to see you through,
but I've forgotten how to chew.
I think my head has been rotten through.
It's best I be left in two."

Well, it was a great year. It's sad to see the room like this, but.. life goes on