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Aug. 16, 2005 - Jack Sprat
Today I worked on my poetry notebook. This is the poem I did:
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
The end
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I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head
Then last night it ran away,
But first - it wet the bed!
Isn't that funny? Keep enjoying poetry - it is a great hobby!