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A poet played a game of sound in a charade the words before him kept marching on parade but in his wanton haste he lost the foolish chase and the poem within was then enslaved.

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Date: 11/26/2015 7:35:00 AM
Dm babbit, thank you for sharing your poem. Happy Thanksgiving. Love Skat
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