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May 2014
The four hysterically laugh
As they pile into one fourth of the revolving door.
They seem to be having a blast,
But they stop just before;
When it’s the question he then asks,
That makes them four no more.
[composed on April 3-4, 12]
Will Rogers III
Written by
Will Rogers III  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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