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Day 327 – A Beagle, A Bagel

A beagle, a bagel,
it’s all the rips to me.

A sunflower, manpower,
eleventh-hour flu.

A who’s who, a choo-choo,
a cock-a-doodle-doo.

Mad hatter, cake batter,
doesn’t even matter.

Voodoo, a snowshoe,
and Winnie-the-Pooh,

cripes and curses to you, too.

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