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A Humorous Nonesence Poem.

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One of Those

There he goes upon his toes,
gee I think he's one of those,
here he comes back again,
now I'm sure he's one of them,

Him I see up a tree,
I know he must surely be,
one of those upon his toes,
one of them, back again.

Back on the ground,
boy that guy gets around,
there he is, in the sun,
now I know; he is one.

Why he goes upon his toes,
I think, no one really knows,
maybe he wants to be,
someone no one can see.

With thanks to David Shortas.

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