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EX-BUDGIES.....

Once there was a man called Jim, This tale is quite maudlin, So, what was wrong with Jim? He received some pets from his family, Who decided to give Jim pet therapy, So, what was wrong with that? Lucky they didn't give Jim a cat, So, why, indeed is that? Well, he had a budgie and a terrapin, New little friends for poor old Jim, Which he forgot to hydrate, He forgot until it was way too late, His terrapin turned turtle, A desiccated shade of purple, But, what about Jim's budgie? You ask, Daily feeding was supposed to be Jim's task, Poor budgie mortuus, there he lay, Jim's family came to visit one day Eventually, his daughter's jaws did part, "There's nothing colder than an ex-budgie's heart!"
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julie-grenness
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May 26, 2016
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