Nov 3, 2019: Random Writings

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STEALING

There was a crook,

Who stole a book,

Which was the monster book of monsters,

It chomped off his hand,

He ran away from the land,

To a place full of sand,

Where there was no water.

When he came out,

There wasn’t a doubt,

The monster had gone away,

The thief learned his lesson.

He packed his case,

And moved to a faraway place,

And never stole again.

BORED

As my mind is bored,

I can’t rhyme,

Which I know is a crime,

But my thoughts are worth a dime,

Sadly though,

I just can’t rhyme!

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