Brie Boy had a dream he had only had twice,
that his full, round head was only a slice.
The other children never let Brie Boy play ...
... but at least he went well with a nice Chardonnay.
Timothy Walter Burton
Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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