I can't -at all -f ancy him
He writes like an eight-year old child.
He became famous because of his dad,
What a lucky-guy he is!
A large platinum -spoon
Pushed in his mouth.
Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Someone came knocking; I'm sure-sure-sure; I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right, But nought there was a stirring In the still dark night; Only the busy beetle
he is agoodman and he is the best
I can't -at all -f ancy him
He writes like an eight-year old child.
He became famous because of his dad,
What a lucky-guy he is!
A large platinum -spoon
Pushed in his mouth.
he is the master of creating imagery.he wants us to enjoy his world of imagination
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