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Everybody has earlobes, Little appendages of skin, Attached to the head, With no need for chagrin. ![]() Paul Simon, however, Talelented by score, Has little to no appendage, Where he should have earlobes. ![]() Even as a youth, Back when he had hair, You could barely see them, Pictures with ears are rare. ![]() But Senator Paul Simon, Distinguished man of state, Was at the front of the line for ears When the rocker was running late. No implications to be made, It's just a bit of hanging skin, It doesn't really matter for much; It all depends on your kin.
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