Tuffets Poems - Poems about Tuffets

...The apples are old only good for smelling. They will rot returning to the earth via the city dump. For now they fill the kitchen with Autumnal tones and woodland tints. The rot of this seas......

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...Miss Muffet was very tired of fear. She wanted tuffets under her rear. She glared at the spider, the can of Raid beside her: that icky thing became a white smear. She stomped the spider into t......

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