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Elongated Cricket
Elongated cricket did a two-step dance
He had learned in the south of France
He is dapper and distinguished my cousin said.
I rolled my green eyes to the back of my head.
He’s a cricket! A bug, nothing at all! I replied.
Elongated cricket slapped my head up to one side.
Sorry, I told him, but I did not realize the truth.
That you are going to be marrying my mama Ruth.
I learned to like him, but he was never my dad.
He was an honorable dude, not a meanie or cad.
But introducing a cricket as your stepdad is strange.
Especially if he flies off each time, a bit out of range.
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Caren Krutsinger
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