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Sunday, May 5, 2013

A poem by Jillian


There once was a dirty man
He dug through the trash to find dirty cans
Instead he found cake
So he wasted his time!
Oops...
That didn’t rhyme!
So the man ate the cake and went:

BLAH BLAH BLAH!
BLAH BLAH BLAH!
PLFFT PLFFT! PLFFT PLFFT!
ISHKABIBAL !ISHBABIBAL!
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