*Appears with a stylish black hat, and pointed goatee facial hair. The lights are dim, and a single light shines upon me, a I sit poised upon my recycled wooden chair. A sign affixed to my states, "Save the trees, and I am not in league with 'The Man. I am indeed jive
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In creation a part of ourselves is lost, but forever does it live.
The poem is beautiful by the way.
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Bow, har.
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