Hey, Crazy Man

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(A poem about Misha Collins. A very happy birthday, and many happy returns, Mish!!! \(:D)/)

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Hey, crazy man

Sticking your tongue out

And laughing madly about

Dancing in your baby pants

As you make my brain fill up with ants

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Hey, crazy man

With your blinding charm

Your eccentricity does no harm

Fresh face like June second's sun

As you make me giggle loudly in joy and fun

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Hey, crazy man

Living young despite your old bones

Inspiring, caring, you are not alone

And I am not, as you made me known

As you make your thoughts drive my soul home.

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