There lived a young man Who did naught but tell tales. Like of the guy who ran On 15 miles of nails. Oh, the yarns he spun! To all he did delight. One would have such fun Reading what he had to write. He told of great deeds Brought forth by great men That everyone succeeds By trying again and again. Then there wasn’t a story or song, And no one could figure out what was wrong.
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