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Jul 05, 2007
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To Picket
I spied a pimpled cricket
Hiding in a thicket.
When she smiled, the pimple
Screened her dimple.
What to do? I thought,
But to picket—
For to relieve that oh-so-
Grateful cricket.
— barbsdad2003, Jul 05, 2007
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