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I Don'T Even Know

There once was a man whose name was Bill He glued his feet to the windowsill. He had to lean against the glass when he went to bed And had to take his jeans off over his head. He had a friend whose name was Mark Mark couldn't sneeze less he was in the dark. He worked in a kitchen using a pepper grind But the sneezes would build up and explode at night. He had a friend whose name was Bob WIth an artificial sunflower stuck in his gob. He use to have fun with the kids outside his house Hiding in a plant pot, opening his mouth. Mark was on his way home from work at night While Bob tried to keep himself safe out of sight. But as Mark passed he jumped out and made him scream And he sneezed so hard, he shot out his breakfast's beans. The beans came out and hit where Bill was asleep They flew with such power he was ripped apart from his feet. Now Bill is able to finally leave his home But he crawls everywhere with no feet of his own.

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Date: 9/21/2013 2:41:00 AM
woe, gluing. .Now that's some imagery. entertaining, Aiden, stopping by real quick to thank you for the compliments. enjoyed the flow and rhyming scheme in your write. luv Linda
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Date: 9/17/2013 11:41:00 AM
very cute , creative .
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