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Weeheehee!

Rainy day, I want to play.

What to do with a rusted shovel?

Summer rain won't be a bane,

Run around with the trusted shovel.

 

Splish-Splash, muddy puddle,

Displaced worms squirm on the ground.

Rip-Slash, ****** middle,

Your precious organs spread all around.

 

Life's a cheer with the voices here.

Lots of fun with now dusted shovel.

Rain overhead, clears away the dead,

Soon forgotten, encrusted shovel...

 

Run! to dodge the rain drops.

Quick! before the rain stops.

You can't catch me,

Weeheehee!

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alex-gebhart
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Feb 18, 2010
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