Chickee Chickston's Super Deluxe Good Poems

I'm back and bloggin' less frequently than ever, baby!

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Little Soldiers
Tiny pencils have eaten my sandwhich
It's my fault I left it behind the windmill
I thought that it might ripen there
Now I'm afraid of chickens.


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