sarah stood upon the bridge
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on the railing, near the edge
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the only thing that brought her in
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was a book that she had read
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the novel¡¯s name was long since lost
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never mind the cost
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the only thing she could recall
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was that the author¡¯s name was ford
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it was written in nineteen ten
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you could never have met a finer man
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worked a farm for fifteen years
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just to see if he could
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he lost his memory in the war
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he forgot what he was fighting for
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the only thing he knew for sure
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his name was ford madox ford
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ford madox ford
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the fattest poet who ever lived
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his name was ford madox ford
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joseph conrad and henry james
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were two of the many famous names
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that fat boy ford could claim
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to be his bosom friends
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then one day conrad said to him
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i may be climbing out upon a limb
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but it would help you out my friend
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if you would lose a little weight
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ford madox ford
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the fattest poet who ever lived
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his name was ford madox ford
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Ford Madox Ford
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