THE CRAYOLA CAPER
by
Gregory K.
There’s crayon on the tabletop.
There’s crayon on the floor.
The baby got my crayon box
And drew and drew some more.
The house is full of colors now,
Each wall and every door.
Let me look more closely. Yep...
He used all 64.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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