LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Saturday, December 3, 2016
THE WALNUT SILLY RHYME
My eyes grew tired,
My eyes went shut,
My shell was cracked,
I am a walnut,
I have no eyes,
At least none to see,
I'm a tasty treat,
Oh, woe is me.
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