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This Poem Ain't Junk

Drunk, in a funk, a lowly punk, I shrunk from a skunk.  It stunk. Away I slunk.  I too stunk, I thunk.  I took a dunk and sunk.
A chunk or hunk of B.S. or bunk?  Please debunk.

Copyright © David Crandall

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