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The Red, White, and Glue

I once needed my Elmer's glue it was on the highest shelf I reached up blindly and poured it all over myself well the glue was white, my face was red I felt so annoyed I was truely brain dead hoping no one had seen me with an I.Q. of a loaf of bread so my cut and paste days are over never for me to attempt again my luck like a one-leaf clover with that I rest this pen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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