A fisherman’s name was Pip.
He owned a beautiful ship.
He wasn’t illegal,
He caught nary a seagull.
Until today. Oh Pip.
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Aidan Bodeo-LomickyPosted on
April 6, 2012Posted under
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Reblogged this on Catholic Glasses and commented:
Cute poem! Happy Easter
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Thanks!
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