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A Poem About Nothing... For No ReasonThis is the tale of the man with no name,
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
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