LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Friday, February 24, 2023
THE GRADER-GUY SMILES
My mailbox sat in a snowbank and the grader was coming near,
Soon my mail would be all over, because the grader was no dear,
BAM! my mail flew into space,
Grader-guy smiled across his face,
My mailbox was crushed to pieces, so I shed a little tear.
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