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Oh, come on Eowyn, I don't want to upset you. Someone asked for a poem, and I did, well not quite in the Keates' league, a poem.
Eowyn
Don't cry
I'll say I'm sorry
Nothing rhymes but lorry
that carries my firmware to me
and to you
So let's make up
and let's be mates
Eowyn, I thinks your greats
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