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Poor Putter Who Would Stutter So Did Shutter
went on rampage
they never would act their age
creating much rage
what we always did dread
had nightmares sleeping in bed
more people were dead
when willow did weep
we would count the wooly sheep
soon were sound asleep
behind was facade
our minds they would seem to prod
God will love and laud
in field sheep herder
fence supported by girder
news mentioned murder
such a poor putter
when we had heard him stutter
would often shutter
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James Horn
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