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what rambunctious little things

they wander, hither, thither, whether, feather,

oh great. *slap myself*

i rhymed.

the greatest frosty crime of all,

the most nefarious, henious, tastiest blip

of an

error

there is.

shall i be kicked out?

(i gasp in trembling fear)

whywhywhy did iRhyme???

and so one must beg the great Lord Author of this collection of

poems,

pleasepleaseplease

don't delete

my poem,

i

mean,

anti-poem.

whatever.

onto

the

next subject.

can we mispel, I wondar, in this fredum varse?

dare we?

can us?

may nosotros?

                          and in

case the

dear

reader knows not

espanol (squiggly line above the n is unfortunately invisible),

nosotros = we or us

as yours truly brings

math into the equation

although                                 ,                     really,

it wasn't math at all

but

a figment of thy imagination

a fig, a yummyYummy gorgeous fig

which quite honestly,

i        have          never

t  a  s  t  e  d  .

MUA

HUA

HUA,

the cliched evil laugh (little slanted line on the e unavailable)

--lots of those lines unavailable.

oh

well.

*clicks "publish"*

p.s. actually *types in chapter title and THEN clicks publish*

;P

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