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By Thomas Allemeier  The is a wonderful word to use, It has such a glorious ring, Whenever I hear the word the, I want to get up and sing. So think next time say the word the, For my singing isn’t great as I hear; But oh what an excellent word it is, It seems to me that that’s clear. My poem should end now, As you wish it to be, But I can’t, so I won’t, That’s just what I say; I love the word the, I’ll keep writing today, Then again, this poem has got to your head, <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'">You’re all just about to explode, <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'">So here is the ending, <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'">While tragic it is, <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'">The word is the, <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'">That’s just how it is. || What, are you expecting a picture, this poem is about the word the, there's no picture, stop reading this. Really. Imean it. Just stop reading this poentless text; it doesn't mean anything, there are no pictures of the, Really, there aren't, so just stop reading this, it goes on and on like this and you won't get any important info from it, read the poem and ignore this, okay? Good, so read the poem, even though it's more pointless than this. Go on, just read it. ||
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