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06.16.2021

There once was a man named Morris McShoo

Who wore his shirts too big

And when the mood would strike him so

He’d don an orange peel wig

And when he’d feel a sudden chill

He’d brandish his mouse-skin muff

And when the sun would warm the Earth

He’d take them all off with a huff

And when he saw that summer had come

He moved to the North for the cold

Where he could preserve his clothing preferred

Till the age of his days was quite old