There once was a bare plastic tree
That for two weeks stared straight at me.
It said, "What's the deal?
I want balls to feel!"
I said, "Shut it perv, I've been busy."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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A deceased blog that aspired to have a limerick every weekday and a haiku every weekend.
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