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Black Toast
My toast is black,
It
got too hot.
I
have to eat
Black
toast a lot.
It
could be better,
Haven't
had any yet,
`Cause
burned black toast
Is
all I get.
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The
Blades on My Fan
The
blades on my fan spin one way,
But
look like they're going the other.
I
know that they shouldn't,
The
fan must be broke,
So
I'm trading it in for another.
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Sybil
The
Civil War was not a war
That
many thought was civil.
Those
who served, shot and killed
Left
many behind like Sybil.
She lost her mother and her dad
While
trying to protect the farm.
She
didn't know the soldier came
To
do them any harm.
Her mom and dad were both shot down,
The
soldier watched her cry.
As
he marched away he said,
"I`ll
let you starve to die."
Another soldier coming through
Thought
he heard a moan.
He
looked around and there was Sybil
Dirty
and alone.
It touched his heart as he thought,
"What
a price to pay.
When
people do not get along,
Live
and die this way."
The soldier stooped and picked her up.
Then
squeezed her to his chest.
He
walked toward a big oak tree,
To
sit and get some rest.
With a dirty face and stringy hair
She
said, "I'm only three."
She
stroked his beard and then said, "Mister,
Will
you stay with me?"
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Little
Lost Dog
I was walking through the woods
On
an old cow trail
When
I saw a boy sitting on a log.
There
were tears in his eyes
As
he tried to explain
He
was looking for his little lost dog.
He
said it left his home
In
the middle of the night
And
he doesn't know where his dog could be.
I
said to this young fellow,
"If
you want to find your dog,
Climb
off that log, Let's go, you follow me."
While
searching through the woods
We
heard a whining noise,
We
found it, looked, and this is what we saw;
Fourteen
little puppies
So
young they could not see,
Laying
with their mama on some straw.
The
boy got real excited
`Cause
we found his little dog.
And
we watched all her puppies try to crawl.
He
shook my hand and thanked me
For
helping find his dog,
Now
he knows she wasn't lost at all.
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"
I can't help getting a little misty eyed when I read this poem.
It brings back fond memories of my mom. Here's a picture of me
as a puppy. Wasn't I a "cutie" ?"
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What's
a Giraffe?
My
gardener thinks
A
giraffe is a bug.
Hunters
all think it's a deer.
My
carpet man says
He
knows it's a rug.
Ranchers
all say it's a steer.
My
laundryman says
He
thinks it's some soap.
My
mechanic is sure it's a car.
Cowboys
are saying
It
must be a rope.
Weathermen
claim it's a star.
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Some
policemen I know
Say
it's a gun.
Pilots
are sure it's a Jet.
Firemen
all say
They
think it's a ladder.
Electricians
say - TV set.
So
I ask my dog "Tinker"
If
she might know
What
a giraffe could be?
She
thought for a moment
And
said, "I sure do.
A
giraffe is a sore Knee."
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