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Thursday, February 19, 2009

logbogblog evolution.



Frank the turtle was sleeping
When along came a paintbrush creeping
With two little strokes
He played quite the joke
Now Frank spends each whole day weeping





There was a bog dog that liked playing
As most dogs do, without saying
His bud through a stick
He got it real quick
He would not get caught disobeying




Wet cold paradise
My life is truly complete
I wish I could smile

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