Earlier today, I was standing as I checked the calendar on my phone, 
Abruptly, I whispered to myself, 'It's the sixth of the eighth Tyrone! '
And a crazy moment occurred for I slowly nodded to myself in approval, 
Like that time when the connection was lost while I spoke to an Oovoo pal,
                
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poem keeps so beautiful words that ably put by the poet, ' It's the sixth of the eighth Tyrone! ' 'expressing about extravaganza 52, ' and so on nice thank you