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Ode to Kenji


Three musketeers there were

In the campus here

This is an ode to Kenji

who eats Parle g


An ode to Kenji

who eats Parle g

Sexy she lies

on the warm tarmac

on a cold night

Warmth she gives 

to a cold heart inside


Three musketeers there were

In the campus here

This is an ode to Kenji

who eats Parle g


Barked she the loudest

Hugged she the softest

Patience she had the longest

Hurt she was the most

when we lost Pompi, the best.


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