We thought, to distract us,
We'd sit on a cactus,
A practice I don't recommend.
As a matter of fact, I
Find sitting on cacti
Just leaves you bored in the end.
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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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