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That’s not my elephant! Eating that spaghetti off the floor Which reminds me of second graders Which I was once before Ew does that mean.. I have eaten spaghetti off the floor! But that reminds me of Ella Who loved her spaghetti But not on floor, on a plate Of some sorts, I think But Back to that elephant How did he get here anyhow? I am in an apartment He is tearing this house down! I have my rights on my side Have you heard of the bill of rights It lets you speak the truth! It lets me be! I am no second grader And Spaghetti is not my thing! But that elephant! Is not mine! What a ridiculous question indeed! Now get rid of that elephant! I have a phone call to make! To that girl Ella! I think I might buy her a plate!

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Date: 12/24/2010 2:49:00 AM
excellent write my friend
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Date: 12/23/2010 1:12:00 PM
Excellent write on the theme of the contest using all the prompt words, Good luck in the contest, Taina
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