Alas, my B-b, I knew you well.
You kept me on time until sadly you fell into septic slime.
You knew all my friends, When and where I should go;
Photo-ed my grins Climbing the Tetons snow.
But now you are gone, No more to see the Jackson Hole dawn And old Mr. Moosie
A new B-b's in hand And catching on fast, As long as I promise Not to multi-task.
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