On the first day of blogging,
A thought did come to be.
How would I get this started?
When it's really all about me.
No worries I heard,
from the voice in my head.
You'll find the right words,
You have nothing to dread.
So I thought for a moment,
Then took paper and pen,
And made up this rhyme,
For Deanna, my friend.
I'll return tomorrow,
With more wisdom and wit.
And Deanna can count,
How many times E has spit.
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Ohhhheeeewwww. It was so good there...until the end.
Looking forward to tomorrow's verse. Please, no mention of bodily fluids.
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