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Uncle Jesse, oh Uncle Jesse With hair so full and long He rocked and rolled, he sang and played A rebel, but with a heart so strong

He came to the Tanner house With his leather jacket and cool guitar And soon he won their hearts With his charm and southern drawl

He became a father figure To DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle And he taught them how to chase their dreams And to always do it well

He fell in love with Aunt Becky And they became a pair Their love was strong and true And showed that life is fair

He sang "Forever" at their wedding A moment so sweet and true Uncle Jesse was a rockstar And we all wanted to be like him, too

He taught us to follow our hearts And to live life with a little flair And even though Full House is over Uncle Jesse's love is still there

So let's raise a glass to Uncle Jesse And the memories that he made He'll always be a part of us And forever, he will never fade.

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Oh, hark! A tale of a hero bold, Whose fur was bright, his spirit gold, A dog of might, of courage rare, Whose bravery, beyond compare.

He led his pack, through darkest night, And with his bark, did strike with might, The foes who dared, to cross their path, And freed his people, from their wrath.

With keenest sense, and heart so true, He fought with all, he had to do, And through the wars, he never waned, His will to win, forever trained.

The enemy trembled, at his sight, For in his eyes, shone fearless might, And though they fought, with all their will, He proved too much, and made them still.

His intelligence, was oft unseen, For he outsmarted, with his keen, His foes, who thought, they held the key, But he, the hero, broke it free.

And when the battle, was finally done, And peace had come, with rising sun, The hero dog, stood tall and proud, His people saved, from grief and shroud.

For he had shown, a heart so pure, And strength that made, his foes abjure, And in the tales, that would be told, He'd forever be, a hero bold.

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Oh, wondrous creature, with fur so fine, A monkey who loves, the game of thine, Whose nimble paws, doth grasp the ball, And send it flying, beyond the hall.

With every stroke, a grace divine, His body, moving, in perfect line, His eyes, alight, with focused glare, A master, of the sport, so rare.

And yet, the court, was not his fate, For monkeys, were not allowed, to date, But still, he played, with all his heart, A lover, of the game, from the start.

He dreamed, of matches, on grandest scale, Where monkeys, and men, could truly prevail, And though his dreams, may never come true, His love for tennis, will always renew.

For in the game, he found his soul, A passion, that made him, feel whole, And though he may, never win a crown, His love for tennis, will never drown.

So let us praise, this monkey's heart, Whose love for tennis, will never depart, For he reminds us, that in our play, We find our joys, from day to day.

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Tom Cruise, a man of fame and might, With a heart that beats, both fierce and bright, Has a secret love, that few may know, For two pet possums, his heart doth glow.

Their names are Max and Mitzi, And they are his, so dear and sweet, With beady eyes, and fluffy tails, They bring joy, that never fails.

In a world of chaos and despair, Tom finds solace, with his little pair, For they remind him, of the simple joys, Of love, and trust, and honest ploys.

And when he's tired, and feeling low, Max and Mitzi, bring him a glow, Of warmth and comfort, that he needs, And his heart, with gratitude, does plead.

For though he's known, for his roles on screen, It's his love for possums, that's unseen, And though some may scoff, and call him strange, To him, Max and Mitzi, are no mere change.

For they are his family, his friends, his all, And he'd do anything, to hear them call, His name, with a sweet, tender tone, And he'd never, ever leave them alone.

For Tom Cruise, with all his might, Knows that love, is the greatest light, And in the eyes of his possums, he sees, The beauty, of life's simple decrees.

So let us celebrate, this man of fame, And his love for possums, that's never tame, For it reminds us, of the joys that we seek, And the love, that makes us complete.

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In a little house on the edge of town, Lived an old lady with a possum, brown, She loved him dearly, with all her heart, And they were never, ever, apart.

She named him Timmy, and he'd come when she called, He'd snuggle close, when the nights got cold, And she'd stroke his fur, soft as silk, And they'd sit in silence, just like milk.

Timmy was her companion, her friend, her confidant, In a world that seemed to have forgotten, The value of love, of kindness, of care, But Timmy was there, always willing to share.

He never judged, never complained, He was just happy to be with her, unchained, And though others scoffed, called him ugly, and strange, To her, he was perfect, and she'd never change.

For Timmy was her sunshine, on a cloudy day, Her anchor, her strength, her guiding way, And though her eyesight faded, her hands grew frail, She knew that Timmy would never fail.

And so, they lived their days, in quiet bliss, Each moment, a treasure, a stolen kiss, For in each other, they found true love, A bond that could never be undone.

And when the day came, for her to leave, Timmy was there, by her side, to grieve, And though her body was weak, her spirit strong, She knew that Timmy would carry on.

For though she may be gone, her love remained, A legacy, a memory, that will never fade, And in the hearts of those who knew them well, She'll forever be, the lady with the possum, who loved so well.

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romantic dinner

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you can dance

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carpe diem

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dreams are real

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romance

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live, laugh, love

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live your dreams

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inspiration

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ideas of the future

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enjoy possums

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w i e r d

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