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| Alice Strange by me. |
Oops.
As Wednesday turns to Thursday true,
I've yet to write a poem for you.
I feel bad, and sad, and blue,
But I've yet to write a poem, it's true.
There's no excuse.
I played fast and loose.
Time's not profuse.
I'm such a goose!
So Wednesday turns
And Thursday burns.
But I don't have a poem for you.
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