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Thingum Bob Esq.

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My reflection stared back at me.
I thought of Narcissus, who killed
The beautiful Echo, and sighed
As I turned and sat gracefully.
Feeling the cold shock of morning.
I soon relaxed and began to read
Of mystic lands and horrid beasts.
To my feet, a cry startled me.
"Get out of the lavatory!"
 
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