There was a man with a marble eye,
The eye was red, the hair was white.
When kids looked up, they began to cry,
Even grown men took to flight.
One day he changed the eye to black,
And dyed his hair to brown.
And he stopped being a nervous wreck,
In his tiny southern town.
11/27/10 Alton Texas
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