LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
INTO THE BOGGY PEAT MOOR
I fell into a real deep, boggy, peat moor,
Started sinking toward the dead place door,
Along came a rabbit,
I reached out to grab it,
The rabbit ran off, I started feeling poor.
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