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found poem from when i was a kid:

Tuesday March 21

(Written next to a Barron’s Advisor spread)

Barron lived many moons ago,
He floated all around, to and fro.
But with a thud, he fell real low.
Forced to his feet, he put his wings to rest.
He felt quite full of woe.

Barron hobbled into a tall shiny hall.
To ask for a job.
“Okay.” His office was shown.
Tall, white, and barren,
he felt quite at home, up in the sky.
On the 14th floor, “oh boy oh boy.” Barron thought,
“What a view!”
He thought he’d give flight another try.
He pushed off his windowsill, all on his own free will.
Jumped from his office window, but once again with a thud.
Still time was quite a thrill.

Barron fell down deep into the mud.