A Crump Poem
There once was a man named Crump
Who was rather well rounded
And had a rather odd obsession
Composed of nothing more but numbers and penguins
Cool calm and collected
One sneer from him would send a chill down anyone's spine

A Crump Poem
There once was a man named Crump
Who was rather well rounded
And had a rather odd obsession
Composed of nothing more but numbers and penguins
Cool calm and collected
One sneer from him would send a chill down anyone's spine
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