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Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair.
With no hair, became aware,
Fuzzy wuzzy had no flair.
Fuzzy wuzzy had a wife.
fuzzy wuzzy was filled with strife.
With no hair, with no flair,
Fuzzy wuzzy's wife had only dispair.
In her dispair,
the wife would dare,
to leave a flairless hairless scared and bare bear
Fuzzy wuzzy was alone.
Fuzzy wuzzy had none to bone.
With no bone, and with a groan,
Fuzzy wuzzy began to use blow.
Fuzzy wuzzy was pretty high.
Fuzzy wuzzy had begun to like,
The constant height before the low,
and with these likes an addiction in tow.
In his blight,
he imbibed delight,
a flairless hairless scared bare lonely boneless groaning blowed and blowing high and lowing bear.
Fuzzy wuzzy needed help.
Fuzzy wuzzy called out with a yelp.
This poem is taking too much thought,
and thus I desperately want to stop.
Well.
That's all. Got bored.
Matt's pretty cool
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