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Do I Not Get Some Say
Put some cloves in orange elf, and inhale away.
Wait! Yelled Orange Elf. Don’t I get some say?
I don’t like my petootsie touched like that.
Or any of my other body parts, that’s a fact!
But he was speaking orangegrovitish which we did not speak.
So we pushed in the cloves hearing only one awful EEEK!
Maybe that hurt him? Suggested our Great Uncle Ed.
Maybe he has dementia, I suggested, a bit off in the head.
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Caren Krutsinger
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