i think no in rhyme
of saffron, currents, and mime
no thyme or time too
snow will not fall here
the sheep, the deer, antelope
understand no specifics
was to with scope the
last of these to all ensure
that closure in my rhyme
farewell to thee i
know not who you be the small
one needs a feeding
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The small one hollers
eating zwieback in big hunks,
"Mo' mama," says she.
I want ice-cream cake
I ate all my dinner and
Daddy said I could!
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