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Friend
As I was going past Capstan's Well I met a man in a woolen reefer, A friend of my friend's. What was his disposition? He was bold as a bat Blind as an egg Bent as a lion, bald as a bird. A singular complex of idiosyncratic qualities. Then Jet me explain, said the man in the reefer, I too am a friend of a friend and a dream of a dreamer A classical character often. And often beioved.