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Pebble Stew

There was an old woman sick in the head Who fed her kids water and sent them to bed Her perception of the world was askew She lived in a trailer but thought it a shoe She fed them no bread But rocks to them fed Daily they ate pebble stew And her offspring were far from few So her children were placed in loving homes where they were fed And to a mental institution she was led By Robb A. Kopp

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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