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Oy Vey, Another Groundhog Day

“Let go your hold Your hands are cold And it’s getting old When I am un-holed My soul’s been sold So they can behold That a marmot’s found gold Since they think I’ve foretold And cast a dark spot Or maybe not Coz all I got Is a long shot See my nerves are shot Since I don’t know squat And danger is fraught If I show what is naught Yet they still seek Punx Phil’s mystique And ask that I speak But I only squeak Then they’ll all peek At my chubby physique Of which they’ll critique Plus there’s still six more weeks”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 1/26/2015 5:17:00 AM
Great mono-rhyming, one could really hear Phil squeak his peace ;) I have truly enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing the write this would be an excellent entry for the contest ;) Many Blessings, Always, Adell
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Date: 1/11/2015 4:50:00 PM
this is really good one on that little pipsqueak. I LIKES it. Did you ever see Groundhog day. What a great movie.
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