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Nov 2014
The cookie jar
Came from grandpa T
It was empty
He left that up to me
It looked like
An old time phone
Some times i'd bake
And sometimes i'd buy
But it was always filled
With cookies inside
My kids grew up
And no one checked
They'd be surprised
To see that dog bones
Were there instead...

By judy
Judypatooote
Written by
Judypatooote  ohio
(ohio)   
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