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Oct 2018
There once was a chair
covered and grey, with cobwebs and dust
that smelled of decay.

Little Billy Blue, in a blue hat
went to the chair, in the chair that he sat,
a mouth opened up, toothy and wide
into it's belly he surly did slide.

Little Billy Blue, gone just like that
into the chair,

leaving only his hat.
Poor Little Billy Blue.
Christopher P Wyman
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Christopher P Wyman  24/Long Beach, CA
(24/Long Beach, CA)   
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