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How to read a book

I picked up this book,

It was in a nook,

I saw the cover,

looked at it in wonder,

and sat down and started to read.

The cover said, to read it with a toy, and at noon.

So that’s what I did, I turned the lid, and lay down to read with a balloon.

And now I’m finished, the book complinshed,

But I still don’t know a thing,

About how to read a book.

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Clay

Oh, clay is my life,

Clay is my joy.

I love it

Yes, I really do,

I lo-

Whadda mean you don’t? You should too!

Well, let me convince ya.

So it’s really so easy,

And it´ll work just like ahh.

I will start a ClayWorks,

Where everyone will come,

It really does work,

‘Cause no evil scum.

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Years

Little by little,

Your years slip away,

And you become older,

just a fact to say,

But the joy of it is,

You have more bliss,

When your children have children it makes a

happier you,

That is the fact that is the most true.

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Tissues

They’re great,

You can use them to clean a gate,

You can throw them in the air,

You can use them to start a flare,

You can use them to—Eww! get it off! I was just about to say that!

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Guinea Pigs Poems

Guinea Pigs

They’re lovely, cute, fluffy and sweet,

They would always enjoy a treat.

But since they are animals of prey,

Do not cuddle them every day.

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Homework

Boring.

Makes you start snoring.

It’s hard.

Makes you wish that this place was bombard.

They make you do it,

But you have some wit!

They can’t make you anymore,

Because now they make you sweep the floor.

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Life

If Life is boring, or if it’s sweet,

No one knows what it means,

But anyway, as you can see,

PLEASE GO AWAY, I NEED TO SLEEP!

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Time Travel

Time Travelin’ back and forth,

For whatever it is worth,

I see the ancient pyramids,

The long-lost Greek kids,

The oily river of the Mississippi,

When all the animals were very nippy,

When the dodos were hunted down,

When only rich ladies wore a gown,

And when a little boy’s buckets were filled with brown.

That’s what I saw,

Let’s go again, Ma!