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| One, two. . . - Anonymos | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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One two, bluckle my shoe. "Buckle your OWN shoe." Who said that? "I did. Why are you wearing buckles on your shoes anyway?" Three, four, shut the door. "You shut the door-YOU opened it!" Er...Five, six, pick up sticks. "Why should I pick them up? Do you think I'm your slave? Buckle your shoes, shut the door, pick up sticks, next you are going to tell me to lay them straight." But it's only a poem...Nine, ten, a big fat...Nevermind | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I Thought a Thought -Anonymos | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought.If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought, I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Hand-Me-Downs -Bob Zanger | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
I'm always wearing hand-me-downs. | I don't get stuff that's new. My mom won't take me shopping. I don't know what to do. The dresses always fit me fine, but the high heels give me blisters. It's not that easy growing up, a boy with older sisters. �
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