It just struck me that sleuth would be a wonderful word for a poem,
a poem from doctor theuth
about thomeone whoth tooth wath looth
they loth the tooth and thought out a thleuth
to theek it--alath, twath no youth.
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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