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Potter's Delight


Imagine my dismay one day

When from the hay in which I lay

I saw a pot right on the dot of nine,

And it was mine.

 

And in that pot right on the dot, 

I saw a lot of ink to blot.

But that's not all, there was a doll of mine.

And it was nine.

 

But that's not all, There was a tall,

A tall and taller waterfall.

I took that pot annd bought a lot of twine.

And it was mine.

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She is oldest of eight, enjoys music, poetry, and loves all that life has to offer.

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