WTH?

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When I was an little bitty gator,

My Mamma would toss me in a crater.

I crawled back out to find something to chomp.

But I couldn’t get a waiter,

So I told them, “Later.”

Wound up taking a romp right through the swamp.

05/10/2020

 

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