Nov 2014
The was one little lime
It was a race against time
Who could first reach it
Before we did quit
If it is not mine it's slime
It was a race against time
Who could first reach it
Before we did quit
If it is not mine it's slime
We are having a race for a lime that is about thirteen feet away. They are a very rare and valued food. I will update you on who wins in about two or three hours.
(I live in a nice tree)
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