Sometimes I get syntactical,
until I've got a tummyful,
then I look around a bit,
See my error then I quit.
until I've got a tummyful,
then I look around a bit,
See my error then I quit.
Upon a poet's lips I slept dreaming like a love adept in the sounds his breathing kept. (Percy Shelley) As this blog is dedicated to children everywhere, whether young or old, I freely admit it may be poet's lips or poet slips.
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