Here's to Heather and Dwight--
You'll be up half the night;
You'll be watching the stars disappear,
And if Oskar's a grouch
You may nap on the couch
But you won't really sleep for a year.
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This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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