Old Bill the bard, tried awful hard
For this day his to be.
He left this earth his date of birth,
On April 23.
But here's to you, you own it too,
And so it seems to me
It's only fair you claim your share,
Two-three or not two-three.
*My mom's birthday (and William Shakespeare)
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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