Robert's Rhymes
A collection of light verse.
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
Misdemeanor
She let down her hair, but he walked right past.
The results of that came ‘round real fast.
The sheriff said, “Now there’s the thing:
The law here says no tress passing.”
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