onetoo

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onetoo

onetoo



one two buckle mye belt

three four move the computor to the door

five six pick up the belt pouch next

seven eight get the black bag straight

nine ten off to town again

eye do this every day

to make the poems that we

love to line the cages of the birds upon

them crows you keep to make you sleep

the later then you think it was

the air is all eye need to fly


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