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Obiter Dictum I
In his youth
with unpressed mind
he hung outside his 'copter
and firing blindly at the gooks below
did roar with fiery laughter..
"Sure as shooting!" he rejoined then
with his troops.

In his old age
with memories still mocking
he hung inside his shed
and his recliner was still rocking
as scurvy thoughts marooned his head..
by hangman's halter, he rejoined then
with his spooks.
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