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Tired of Marthas Snoopy Way

We were fed up with Martha’s snoopy way Cheered when her head rolled off one day Did her head stop talking? It surely did not; it kept squawking. It kept rolling over and over. So we put it into a bird cage pot. Martha was always putting people in situations on the spot. Her nose grew bigger and bigger, I kid you not. She was always in everyone’s business, giving advice. She did not have many friends for she was not real nice.

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