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What’s goin’ on there Booksie?
Seems like every day
I log on for a look see
And you have gone away.
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The barrel of a gun
White shown for countenance
No verse all blank no fun
I wonder what he’s doing
That happy Booksie chap
Methinks he may be screwing
Or switched off for a nap
Or do they scrub the whatsits
Then lube the hamster wheel
And tweak the sort of part that sits
Between the parts that feel
I have no idea
Nor energy for strife
I’ll see ya when I see ya
Meanwhile I’ll go get a life
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