I met a black widow spider whose name was Herman,
I didn't smack him flat since he bites only vermin,
I petted his head,
He bit me, I'm dead,
My stupid was recalled at my sermon.
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Friday, October 24, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME WITH A TREE-LIMERICK
Feeble was my little tree,
That I had cultivated for history,
It was for future generations to see,
Of what really mattered to me,
It died, the dried leaves made my tea.
That I had cultivated for history,
It was for future generations to see,
Of what really mattered to me,
It died, the dried leaves made my tea.
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