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SPIDER RACES FOX- -

When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box; The spider laughed while running on his hands; It was heterodox insect with eight legs eating dark chocolate; There stood a theistic hovercraft They are perfumed from unseen spacecraft Much I marvelled the propellant comet; I am shorn of my vomit yet I sprew up the bird nest; Somewhat louder than the grommet; While I pondered, antinomian and palmate; ~ Run on little red fox Run on don't watch the clock Choose next line from the options below Kayaking and kayaking with my chuck Death shall bring hares When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box; The spider laughed while running on his hands; On a track the spider chases the fox
5/19/19 written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr.

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