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Post by bubble on Dec 1, 2005 17:41:15 GMT
But then I fell and promptly died
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Post by CRG on Dec 1, 2005 20:49:03 GMT
Which somewhat leaves the poem open...
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Post by midgetmogget on Dec 2, 2005 9:36:17 GMT
While the rest of us are silently hop'n
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Post by StephiB on Dec 2, 2005 10:47:53 GMT
That I will awake, and find
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Post by CRG on Dec 2, 2005 16:56:50 GMT
That I have some lemon rind.
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Post by bubble on Dec 2, 2005 20:35:19 GMT
unless you don't see it and trip and slip
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Post by StephiB on Dec 2, 2005 21:28:44 GMT
Into a tub of salmon dip
(We could put this poem into the newbox instead)
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Post by bubble on Dec 2, 2005 21:29:39 GMT
and you get salmon all over your toes, and in your fingers, and up your nose.
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Post by StephiB on Dec 2, 2005 21:31:35 GMT
And you walk into the fog
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Post by bubble on Dec 3, 2005 9:31:57 GMT
And sleep like a log,
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Post by CRG on Dec 3, 2005 11:20:53 GMT
But snore like a drunken warthog.
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Post by StephiB on Dec 3, 2005 19:58:03 GMT
A stranger will
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Post by bubble on Dec 4, 2005 10:18:14 GMT
grow a duck's bill
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Post by CRG on Dec 4, 2005 11:02:49 GMT
And then they might....
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Post by bubble on Dec 4, 2005 13:47:29 GMT
have a fight
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