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Lorraine O'sullivan Poem
There was a young thing from Peking
Who opened a cafe on a whim
She cooked up a stew
Hadn't a clue
Didn't know where to begin
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Lorraine O'sullivan Poem
Bumps in the night can be a curse
But I can't think of anything worse
Than thoughts that echo in your head
Of things you wish you had not said
The wrongs that you can never right
Regrets that keep you up at night
A wig, a mask, false blood, vamp teeth
Cannot compete with loss and grief
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Lorraine O'sullivan Poem
I used to have a dog
I called her Doggy McDog Face
One day she said
Why do you call me Doggy McDog Face?
I am a dog you know
Show a little respect
Well, she had a point
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