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Without a doubt, these three met with an unexpected fate.
Lovingly placed out on the curb
With hopes that no one would disturb.
The Squirrels, they didn’t seem to care
They gnawed and chewed, oh the despair!
Upon my lawn, they’ll be no more
Reveling as my decor.
Til trash day this is where they’ll sit
Unexpected, they’ll admit.
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A pirate’s life for me.
And what might that life be.
A patch I’d wear,
And braid my hair,
A pirate’s life for me.
With ears bedecked in gold,
As pirate’s do, I’m told,
My boots of brown,
All buckled down,
And looking rather bold.
A pirate’s life for me,
We’d sail from sea to sea,
I’d revel in pleasure,
Be swimming in treasure,
And keep it all for me.
As skull and bones unfurl,
My flag will flap and curl,
My crew will be,
In awe of me,
Not bad for just a girl!
OK. THERE ARE NO GIRLS, BUT STILL . . . CUTE.
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