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Originally posted by Brown Bear
Often talked of, never seen. Ever coming, never been. Daily looked for, never here. Still approaching, coming near. Thousands for it's visit wait, but alas for their fate. Though they never expect me to appear, they will never find me here. What is the poem talking about?
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i may be drunk but i'm not entirely stupid
this is not a poem, but rather a puzzle
and the answer is tomorrow
here's the shortest poem in the world
Fleas
adam had'em