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sleepy mole

there was a little mole a lovely chap was he

he lived in a hole beneath a great big tree

he like digging tunnels he would dig all day

kicking up the soil while going on his way

he left little hills scattered all around

where he had been digging while going underground

then when he got tired digging holes so deep

back to his little hole an then fall fast asleep

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Sep 7, 2010
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