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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Bob's Dylan

Ol’ In-one-ear-and-out-the-mouth –
This is what they called him.
His other ear didn’t hear so good
And he only heard half of what you said.
He chinked in the gaps with passages
From a book of false observations
He kept under the couch
Right next to the tray with all the dope on it.