Robert's Rhymes
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Hairried Husband
I thought I’d grow a mustache and beard
My wife said, “That is really weird.
To let your whiskers grow long there.
I really hate the taste of hair.
And though I well may seem remiss
You’ll never get a goodnight kiss.”
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