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My roommate’s jokes are nothing like the pros’.
Doctors have far more brains than his head’s brain.
If the virtuous be humble, none, he shows!
If clothes be lame, lame shorts are then my bane.

I have seen peers confident in their acts.
No such certainty see I in his ways.
And in some oratory there’s more tact
Than in his speech with obscene turns of phrase.

I love to see him think, yet well I know
That lecture hath a far more lucid bent.
I grant I always saw a roommate show
A sense to share the things his parents sent.

And yet, though sense may leave him time to time,
Our friendship is worth lines of British rhyme.





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