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Tuesday, December 20, 2016

MARTY THE NAUGHTY FLY

Marty was a naughty fly,
He liked to sit on dog poo,
Then he’d fly upon my hair,
After a fresh shampoo,

I tried to swat old Marty,
I just hit my ear,
Then Marty smiled and dove in,
My fresh poured ginger beer.

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