I feel that since Mr. Z failed to come to class last Tuesday, I am exempt from a meaningful blog post. So instead, I will write a beautiful poem of love and devotion to my fish Jim.
You do not swim elegantly
You are kind of smelly
And you poop in your water supply
You suck on algae
You suck on glass
But one thing's for certain,
You do not suck
The End.
Autographs will be provided next class, thank you.
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