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Tuesday 10 September 2013

My Poem

Millions of stuff, stuck inside,
Yep, his nose is that wide:
A hammer and a wrench,
A barbell and a bench,
A baseball and a bat,
smaller than dog and a cat,
A sofa and a chair,
An antique that is rare,
Lots of clutter, cluttering his nose,
Flying out, whenever he blows.
When he blows, it makes his nose show,
I saw a cat in my hat, I peek in and I said what's that.

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