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20th July 17, 01:52 PM
#15
The churches made bets
Over whose steeple was higher
The measurer sweat
He perspired per spire
Your pardon I beg
A hen, you can't boost her
She won't lay more eggs
Even if you roost her
In a forest hidden
His verse ran free
The poet was sittin'
'Neath the poet tree
 Originally Posted by Alan H
Some days you're the bat, some days you're the watermelon.
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