With apologies to anyone who appreciates fine literature...or any kind of literature at all
A friend, you were there through thick and thin
Through four straight papers, when thoughts ran thin.
When talking to Bob - though you kept shutting down,
During office hours, classes and around.
And at the end of the week when I let you lie,
Quietly on the desk...you up and die!
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