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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

petty poetry

There once was a man with a shoe.
It smelled like a big pile of poo.
He turned about,
But it knocked him out.
Thank goodness he didn't have two.
Posted by jonboy at 7:15 AM

2 comments:

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

wow...what more can I say?

11:17 AM
spookyrach said...

why waste our time with shakespeare?

1:14 PM

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