Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A poem by my little brother

Roses are red,
I sleep in my bed,
Sidney is a fart.
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  1. AnonymousMarch 29, 2012 at 12:24 AM

    i like stuffies;
    i give them huggies;
    i like to paint finger-art.

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