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Friday, February 26, 2016

The Struggling Poet

(by anonymous)
I like cheese
A whole stinkin' lot.
I like to stir it
In a big metal...cooking container!

I like pasta
I love it so much
I like it enough
To have it for...the meal after breakfast!
Posted by Mary at 4:06 AM
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