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Frank

there once was an otter named frank he owned a small bank at night he smoked and he drank he never showered, he really stank frank the otter was really old or so we have been told a group of kids wanted to be bold they decided to steal all his gold they were suprised when they walked in to see frank sipping on some gin he wore a great big grin then he committed a great big sin he blew those boys to hell one by one they fell where the gun came from no one knows at least thats how the story goes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/12/2012 12:05:00 AM
I guess they not 'otter' tried to steal from him then. lol This is delightfully funny and I enjoyed reading this, poetic gem. Nice work Kennedy! Love Jane
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