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Nov 2015
There was once a
dude named
Fred

He had all kinda
Great thoughts
In his head

Every time one
Would come
out to play

It would drift off
Before Fred could remember
What he wanted to say

Yes, his ideas
Were so clever
It's true

Yet, they stayed
Trapped within Fred
Which made him blue
Rainy night has my memory skills out of sight!!!!
WendyStarry Eyes
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WendyStarry Eyes
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