| Re: Remote(ish) DSB, Lighted or not
there once was a man from nantucket
who kept his DSB in a bucket
he thought with a grin
while scratching his chin
when it gets full of nitrates, I'll just chuck it !
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...and when I'm old and wise
little things mean little to me
like autumn winds they'll blow right through me
and someday, in the mist of time
when they ask you if you knew me
remember that you were a friend of mine
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