Lori's Limerick

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    Lori's Limerick
    There was an old man named Stan…
    He wanted to join a band…
    He tried and he tried…
    Then he sat down and cried…
    And ate his food from a can…

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    akayakar commented on Lori's Limerick

    04-27-2009

    This could have a hundred meanings. Kind'o cool though.
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    MotherNature

    07/09/2009

    Thank you so much! :)

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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