There once was a man with a cane.
There once was a man with a cane.
He had flawless teeth and glasses that were clean.
He ate, slept, and walked just like you and me.
He had a job.
His employees thought he was sane with his little old cane.
This man was happy.
Living his life everyday knowing he was wealthy.
His life was content.
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