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Pennywhistle Tune

Fried eggs on a sunny day, white clouds in the hamper. Dreamfully dozing dogs, black kittens scamper. Dim-witted clock alarm – nobody’s sleeping! Morning’s a carousel dipping and leaping. See all the ants in line. What say the roaches? Beetles go soaring in shiny black coaches. School kids may all digress skipping the sidewalk. Lawyer may lose his tongue, judge climb a beanstalk. Brown eggs and buttercups, blue-starch the collar. Moth-wings on sale today, six pair a dollar.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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