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Created on: July 15, 2008
My head is blocked,
My tree is flocked,
How bout yours, is it tinseled?
How bout your tree, is it bald?
I found my wife, my life,
My message in a bottle,
My old folks home,
With the wrap-around porch and the glider.
How bout you?
Does your soda pop fizzle?
Do you like when it drizzles,
In a jar, like a miniature war,
Between bubbles and sugar?
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