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Friday, December 10, 2010

Poem 58: The Squeaky Grape

Dear Grape,
There is something about
that squeaky noise you make
that breaks my heart in two.
Please stop.

If not,
then here is my response: 
If you can't cease this taunt 
I'll have the cow's eat you.
moo-oo.

I win.

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