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markmeadows67

Poem:

There once was a young lass called Jane.

She thought she was awfully vain.

It was rather dear,

But not quite an atmosphere

She just couldn't say no to the design.

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I once was lost at sea

A nomad I came to be

I then began to worry

And then began to scurry

For I was all alone

Alone I grew in woe

as I faced many a foe

As bad as things would seem

I soon found it to be a dream

for I was just at home

Explanation:

My older brother thinks he's the next Robert Stevenson