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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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