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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Random limerick

There was this man, a maverick:
Who thought he'd write a limerick.
He was doing fine
Till he reached the last line,
When he thought that the length of a line wasn't important, so he went on and on, aimlessly, wrote whatever he could, right from the fact that Delhi is the capital of India and Tendulkar is God and blablabla, and missed out on the trick.

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