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Rambling From My Brain (6)

I have stinky feet.

 

This is very relevant

to why I became a poet.

 

 

When I was a little girl

 

I  loved saying things

in words that rhyme.

In fact, you could say that

I did it all the time.

 

And every time I said things

in words that rhyme,

my mother would chuckle

and then she'd chime:

 

"You're a poet

And you know it

And your stinky feet show it!"

 

And indeed I have stinky feet

 

And indeed I am a poet

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Written by
jessie
American
Published
Sep 27, 2010
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