Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own
Look around and you're six and three quarters
Look around and you're gone
Look around and I'm here in bed without a bone.
As you might be able to tell from my irreverent comments above, I am not devastated by the failure of our "little guy" as is my Pet. He is a whole beautiful package with a multitude of useful parts...which he is more than willing to use on, with, around, and for me.
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