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October 21, 2012

Here we go & here I sit
Not much I know
How mind does flit!
Overwhelmed and underpaid
Still at the helm
Of this wreck we’ve made!

Rustie’s still here as if you cared
Her biggest fear
Of the crusher spared!

She’ll celebrate another day
Before we grieve
And send her away!

But no matter what
We get out of this
Machinery glut
In a rusting abyss
We’ll always have pictures
Of Rustie so dear
Our tear ducts have strictures
What a kick in the rear!

Poor Rustie, you bet
That we’ll never forget
We’ll always love you, you hear?