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Sunday, March 11, 2012
It pays to advertise
It pays to advertise
A gal who was terribly shrill...
One cold eve could not get up a hill
So she began to loudly shout
Which brought the neighbors out
Then they helped her get out of the chill
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The writer strikes out
War clouds on the horizon
She was off her meds
Rain, rain, go away!
The Worry Wort
Oh for a good poem!
A ditty from a colorblind poet
My allegiance
Ode to my gal
It pays to advertise
He hated being awake
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