
Now they say that
There’s no rhyme for silver,
And they say that
There’s no rhyme for orange,
But I’ve petted
A bleating young chilver,
And in high school
I studied a sporange.
So they say that
What is often isn’t,
And they say that
What isn’t often is,
So I guess that
What isn’t isn’t isn’t,
And what is isn’t
Is isn’t is.
Totally engrossed me! Such spontaneous writing! Awesome Mr Michael!!🙂
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Thank you so much, Ashwini! 😄
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That made total sense to me. Loved it. 🙂
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Thanks, Cubby!😙
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One for the locker.
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Hilarious! 🤭🤪🤣😁💕
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