wee words for wee ones
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Monday, April 8, 2013
Comatose by Cake
First piece of cake
Dad had for dessert,
He felt so great -
Nice and alert.
He had another,
Said he felt gross.
By the third piece,
He was comatose.
Note to Dad:
Stop at one piece.
Avoid the cake coma,
Don't grow obese.
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