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Not a Limerick

Methinks writing lim'ricks beneath me... E'er they're like grinding one's teeth be... They set one to cringing, To moaning and whinging, So instead this five-liner I bequeath thee.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/1/2012 3:25:00 PM
Daniel...lol...lol...lol.. and still you wrote one... love the methinks.... which others would read this poem.... they would get their kicks out of your grammar language...luv..Linda
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