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(Spill-O Started Out)
By Colin Dodds
He started out toward the blue,
Looking for the light.
But Spill-O didn’t go straight,
He took a left and a right.
Now he’s out in the streets,
Dressed like a slob.
Crying out that the fall of man
Was an inside job.
He started out running,
Then he started to plod.
He overheard you sighing,
“There but for the grace of god.”
Spill-O kept nice and quiet;
Stuck to the world’s diet.
His shoes were leather, or so he’s told.
His jacket didn’t help against the cold.
He started out playing hooky,
But ended up an exile.
Spill-O rent the veil and scorched the earth,
Just to see you smile.
All the while, he was looking
For his big opportunity
To be human,
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