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There once was a lad from Black River,
Who gagged at the sight of chopped liver,
When his mom would make it,
The lad, he would fake it,
To the dog, the liver, he'd give 'er.
There was an old coot from Michigan,
Who would forever wish again,
That he was still young,
And could have some fun,
Instead, he watched "Lost" on his dish again.