| Open Poetry #46 |
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The Raven redone for Jerrypat |
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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Once upon a midnight dreary, walked an old man, tired and weary. A raven flew above his head. The raven thought the man was dead. And so away the raven sped into the Night, Muttering to himself, shucks, no dinner. I use to dress up like a big egg and just sit on them. man, those chickens were really confused. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Har-De-Har-Har! I tried egg-setting and became a mother. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(!$! |
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