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The Hermit with an iPod

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Submitted by himu on Tue, 30/10/2018 - 10:41pm
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There once was a hermit called Sadhu
who sat silently under a fig tree.
Years flew by and decades bid adieu
then he saw the light at hundred-and-three.
All those years he dined on cosmic moonshine
and munched on a few fallen fruits.
He raised a sharp fart from a bubbly gas-part
and lovingly he named it Le Shootz.
The clouds then shuddered and the dragons then fluttered


Good bye, Sir Terry

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Submitted by himu on Thu, 12/03/2015 - 10:06pm
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: You're the guy, right?
: YES.
: So this is what it's like?
: YES.
: I thought it would be...
: DIFFERENT?
: Something in that direction, yes.
: IT IS JUST AS YOU HAD IMAGINED.
: I was sharp, wasn't I?
: YES, SIR TERRY, YOU WERE BRILLIANT.


Blind Minstrel

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Submitted by himu on Wed, 12/06/2013 - 5:55am
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I'm just a blind minstrel and there on your doors
I play on my banjo some old forlorn scores
Crowds gather sometimes like clouds in late May
and sometimes it's just you on a lonesome bleak day
You whispered, hey, people are bored, they just go
I stopped for a while and then told you, I know.