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Apr 2016
There once a puppy named spot
Who liked eating pancakes a lot
With butter and jam
Sausage, bacon, or ham
But never if covered with snot

There once was an old cat named blue
Who enjoyed life when chewing on shoes
He ate up a Ked
That hurts his ole head
So he switched it to eating up glue

I knew a little boy named Mike
Who had the best red and black bike
He crashed into a tree
and skinned up his knee
and sold it for a yellow kid’s trike

we all went on a family vacation
to see the great spots in our nation
the canyon was grand
Wisconsin cheese bland
Bu the best was grand central station

We travelled three days and two nights
And never once had any fights
Except for the air
When my head got stuck down there
And I’m still not seeing quite right

Of course these are nothing but lies
Like a spy in a gorilla disguise
First put on the mask
Then cover your ***
And try not to attract any flies –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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