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There is a poem I read not long ago called "The Man Who Wasn't There" by a man named Hugh Mearns. It goes:
As I was walking on the stair/ I met a man who wasn't there./He wasn't there again today/ I wish, I wish he'd go away.
This poem gives me the creeps. I know it's just a nursery rhyme and supposed to be silly, but it makes me all shivery inside when I read it. It makes me think of crazy people or ghosts. I don't know, it just makes me feel weird.
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I met a woman who wasn't there,
this is a strand of her red hair,
I didn't cheat, we weren't a pair,
you've made it up out of thin air.
If Steve gave you an excuse like this, perhaps it would creep you out and you would'nt ask many question, huh?
HAHAHA! I suppose so. However, I'd probably have to write my own poem when I recovered:
I tied him down upon a chair,
he saw the bat that I held there,
it did no good to scream and beg,
I broke that cheating bastard's leg.
It's much better if he just admits to it. : )
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