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It was wonderful and
wacky,
Yet it made me want to squirm,
It had warts and wings of leather,
And it wiggled like a worm.
Although oft' maligned
by others,
It would wink at words so cruel,
And would weather wailing outbursts,
For it knew the Golden Rule.
Through the warlike
wrath of others,
Through the waters of the storm,
It would wiggle, whoop and whistle,
Which was really quite the norm.
For it lived a life of
whimsy,
And you'd never hear it whine,
Although some thought it was wicked,
I keep thinking it was fine.
It was wise in worldly
wisdom,
And was witty with a line,
And its voice would never waver,
When it wooed the thinking mind.
Now it's gone and still
I wonder,
What it is or what it was,
I am wowed and always will be,
For it really was 'one of'.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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