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I once knew a poet, who lived before his time  
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He and his dog Spooner, who listened while he rhymed  
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Words to make ya happy, words to make you cry  
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Then one day the poet suddenly did die  
  
But he left behind a closet, filled with verse and rhyme  
Through some strange transaction one was printed in the Times  
And everybody searchin for the king of underground  
Well they found him down in Florida, with a tombstone for a crown  
  
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And everybody knows the lines   
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From his book that costs $4.99  
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And I wonder if he knows he's doin  
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Quite this fine