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Best of luck to you Rob.
I didn't know you very well,
actually I didn't know you at all,
but you seem like a swell guy who had some enticing tidbits of conversation from time to time.
Get well soon, bub.
Opus1
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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