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I ran across a draft poem the other day that I never did anything with. I’ll clean it up a bit and post it below. It probably is not one of my better efforts. I have no idea when I wrote this.
I’m a fine chap, really—Friendly, a good conversationalist,Articulate, but not garrulous.When I start the engine,Why does my car confront meAnd call me “Airbag”?
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