There was a young lady named Bridgett,
who lived by a theater Sun Valley
she went to a show,
her kids made her go,
and take a seat near the top of the gallery! - Razorblade
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There was a young rustic named Valerie,
who lived by a small nostic family,
she went with the flow,
the curse made her go,
to sit in their "Feng Shui" foyer and landing! - Razorblade
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There was a Rooster of Conway,
whose politics threatened to burn its crow;
when his speech on his facts,
said trust me on that,
he flew his coop on his silly Washingtonless tact.- Razorblade
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There was a woman named Laymont,
that spent her time near a lavatory,
she ran there to slow,
the lemon made her go,
her colon was lemon claustrophobic.- Razorblade
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I know of a writing man from Yellville,
He traveled the world with pad and pencil,
He wrote of his dreams,
In poetry it seems,
For his friends of booksie to sample! - Tracy Owen
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I befriended a lady from over the sea,
A true English Rose she was introduced to me,
This British lady of words,
By web she crossed worlds,
UK and USA joined united with poetry. - Tracy Owen
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