My Talent


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    My Talent

    She is beautiful and smart
    She holds a talent only few know about
    She carries with her in a bag
    Feathers, brushes, ribbons and such
    To try and find the perfect touch
    She loves to make people laugh
    She ties her victims hands and feet
    Just to see how much they can refrain
    She takes the tools from her bag
    She tickles with her hair, fingers, brushes,
    feathers but never blushes
    With his eyes opened wide
    they say to me
    tickle, tickle, tickle me please
    After 10 minutes or so
    Its plain to see
    He could not keep his laughter from me
    He lets it out with a
    That is why you see I am looking for my tickly

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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