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Thursday, March 31, 2011

              Incident Poem

I sat on the park bench

Waiting for my best friend
When I saw that evil wench
I did not know I was close to the end

She walked up to me with greed in her eyes
And said “gimmie your ice cream”
Or will my ice cream meet its demise
Then she snatched and made me cry

I was only three
And ice cream isn’t free
And she smiled with glee
So I kicked in the knee

So she told on me
My punishment to write this poem to thee

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