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Oh, My Faking Eet
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
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Janice Canerdy
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