Poem, spoken in slang.
Poor Mr. Egg
Poor Mr. Egg , what was he think'n?
To go up that high, well he must've been drink'n.
See Poor Mr. Egg was a shell of a man.
Why he climbed that great wall ...
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Another year older another strand of gray, the things I am finding
as time, to swiftly , dwindles away.
On this journey there have been dear friends that guided me along the way...
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