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My Hairy Legs


        ~My Hairy Legs~

 

I was very busy

and hadn’t shave my legs.

a month turned into two 

and you should’ve seen them then.

I had this great idea that I,

would put them to good use.

I went outside to feel the breeze

and boy would you believe.

my legs were like a weather bane

that could tell the force of wind.

So next time you have hairy legs

don’t worry or be chagrin.

Just take your hairy legs outside

and measure that old wind.

 

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