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Dec 2017
My turtle is left handed
(Or footed, I should say)
He cooks and eats and plays guitar
All night and yes, all day.

My rabbit is a weird one,
Her fur a shade of blue.
Though on Tuesdays, it turns yellow.
I don't know what to do.

My prize pig would be normal,
Though I tell you with a sigh,
He blows raspberry bubbles,
A mile wide and high.
Written by
Lemon Wren
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