My turtle has rippled his edge
While Sally has turned to her dredge
And neither is true
To the slup I go through
So I shop to the end of the hedge
6 August 2006
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This is a poetry blog. I have been writing nonsense for young and old only since the summer of 2006. I liken my rhymes to such wordsmiths as Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, or Dr. Seuss. Please enjoy, read, reread, comment.
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