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limerick to a limerick
by Charlie Morgan a bunch of words stood typed and still.
the poet scoured the dales, the hills
for "lel seul mot juste" was the plea
give the "just right" words to me
and then with them, my guts i'll spill. 05/11/2005
Author's Note: dedicated, as my limerick king, to denny, who can do some limericking, hope he don't mind.
Posted on 05/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
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