There once was a snob named Sir Clyde
Who was shopping for paintings, and cried,
“Ah, this portrait’s divine!
It will have to be mine!”
“That’s a mirror,” the salesman replied.
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mental expectorations in poetic format (often rhyming...huzzah!), dedicated to my very favorite rodent.
This is my favorite! :)
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