
01-25-2013, 08:51 AM
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Sage
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Quote:
Originally Posted by kittygilchrist
Wading a RIVER, cut her foot on a sliver of glass.
Standing on edge found a gold WEDGE of brass.
Brushing a hair STRAND as if it were her brand of grass.
Escaping her pocket the ROCKET passed gas.

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 Really like your poem.
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