For Wards
i can't just say
four words and
then remain
sigh lent
so though you sent
me that word
i must doe re
me spond
whackadoo but
whackadon't and
let's not forget
knick knack patty
whack but you
have to ask
yourself
how much
wood could a
woodchuck
chuck if a
wood
chuck
would
chuck
wood
i will give you
the answer as
soon as i give
one hundred
monkeys one
hundred type
writers with
paper and
pray
not to
get an
output
of
shake
speare
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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