The place where I work, where I am all the time, called the Butler Building.
Sometimes we nettois and it makes us happy.
This morning it was clean so I dedicated him a poem.
As there are not 36 in French, someone wisely guessed who was the author and was allowed to sign for me.
Everything is true except the beret, he told me he could not resist.
notice how he did my Indian boots with fringes.
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