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Jan 2014
I was whistling a song yesterday,
But folks, the hammer smashed my finger.
I am still suffering pain from it
And it shook my nerves up.
(Not to mention, a throbbing pain in my finger.)
I stopped whistling my merry tune,
And I let out a YELL instead!
While whistling a song yesterday.

{ Weasel }
Based on nothing but the truth.
Thanks for reading.
Poem 9
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