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Mops
My mop and I have a long history,
Some of it fun,
Some of it misery.
Riding around town making horsey sounds,
Turning you upside down,
Look what a friend I've found!
Sailing with grace over land and sea,
Just my mop and I,
Always free.
Then there was the time,
Mop and I braided our locks,
Took three hours to disassemble our flocks!
Oh what fun we had,
Till mom came by,
My friend had to wash the floor you see!
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Kim Stone
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