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See the prowling of the giggler,
I think he's angry at the smuggler.
He finds it hard to see the petal,
Overshadowed by the kind nettle.
Who is that squealing near the turtle?
I think she'd like to eat the wax myrtle.
She is but a pleasant squirmer,
Admired as she sits upon a murmur.
Her deadpan car is just a wolf,
It needs no gas, it runs on werewolf.
She's not alone she brings a fly,
a pet elephant, and lots of tie.
The elephant likes to chase a surfboard,
Especially one that's in the record.
The giggler shudders at the wrong salt
He want to leave but she wants the vault.
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Random Rhyming Couplets
Poetry"Random Rhyming Couplets" is just a book dedicated to rhyming poetry about various topics Thanks to one website, I will be posting mini-headline covers of each. How long do I plan on making this book? To be honest, I am not sure at the moment.
