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GRANNY’S LOST HER MARBLES
Granny was not feeling well one morning.
She did not have a sore throat.
She did not have a headache.
Granny did not have an upset tummy.
Something was unwell with Granny’s brain…
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THE BATTLE FOR DUNG HILL
A harvest moon, bold and full, rose low above Dung Hill.
Two armies gathered, side by side, each ready for the kill.
Side right, a bunch a rag-tag loonies, led by Nerdy Turd,
Side left, the French Foreign Feces, uniformed in curd…
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