Limericks #2
There once was a man of Lowes,
Who always played with his toes.
Went to bed at seven,
Woke up at eleven,
With one of them stuck in his nose.
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Once was a man who ate fish,
Everyday they laid in his dish.
Til once they all died,
Twas then that he cried.
The poor, old man with no fish.
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Julie Hill
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