Oh the sniffles are no triffles When the nose becomes unglued When you skip the tissues And head for towels one, two When chicken soup and honey lemon tea Are all you get to eat And sitting up in bed Has you beat Oh the sniffles are no triffles When no one comes to play And all you have to do Is... Sign in to see full entry.
Of turnips, caterpillars and kings:
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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