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Monday, January 25, 2016
Rose
I once had a student named Rose
Who liked to touch things with her nose.
She had no sense of smell,
In case you can't tell--
'Til it came back. That's just how it goes.
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CindySull
January 26, 2016 at 9:23 PM
I love that limerick!
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I love that limerick!
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