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Honey Child I Declare

Honey child I declare I day you will not believe what my little ole eyes did see.
Walking down the street was this tree like girl with arms that look just like a gorillas
she had hair all over them. That stuff was growing up and curling down.
  This girl thought she was the prettiest thang you ever did see but I declare she could stop a eight day clock. I truly believe she could dry up a lemon with one smile
of her crooked teeth but I don't think she knew she was hit by the ugly tree. 
I do know my mama alway told me if you can't say something nice then don't say nothing at all so I declare she did have on nice sock.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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September 9, 2014 at 9:46 AM
Nice take on the theme of the contest, Patricia
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