Bruce Larkin (January 23,1957)
His ego was about the size of a boat.
He’d always brag. He’d often gloat.
As his pride grew bigger and bigger,
No one could ever really figure
What made him such a stuck up goat.
Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
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