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It would appear that poetry of the day is spreading. Like wildfire. And this is a joyous thing. Happy National Poetry Month....
There once was a blonde kid named Sambo,Who ran and tossed frisbees like Rambo.His knees green from grasses,from catching tough passes,Chicks cheering his latest grand slambo.OK, so it's not National QUALITY Poetry Month...
It would appear that poetry of the day is spreading. Like wildfire. And this is a joyous thing. Happy National Poetry Month....
ReplyDeleteThere once was a blonde kid named Sambo,
ReplyDeleteWho ran and tossed frisbees like Rambo.
His knees green from grasses,
from catching tough passes,
Chicks cheering his latest grand slambo.
OK, so it's not National QUALITY Poetry Month...