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Oct 2017
A tree roach I did spy
It looked me right in the eye
I got my shoe in hand to try
But did not know they fly

I did not have a clue
Of what next I should do
I climbed the couch for a view
And next I threw my shoe
unfinished
Fumbletongue
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