Silvertrove
Monday, April 6, 2015
96. Pickles
Pickles pickles everywhere
In my eyes and in my hair,
On my fingers, on my toes
In my mouth, and up my nose.
Pickles sticking out my ears,
I'm a mess, but have no fears.
Pickle juice is on my legs.
Tastes so good. Now I want eggs.
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