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Quack

I was making a snack
When I heard a quack
I put down my Mac
And looked out back
All was black
I still heard the quack
I ran to the shack
Down by the track
But I heard a crack
When I ran into the plaque
It was such a whack
That I fell onto a sack
That held my brother Zach
And his friend Jack
The have a knack ‎
Cause their brains lack
To play on the rack
So I walked back
And grabbed my snack
And as quick as a smack
I heard that quack
Samantha Garnett
Monday, February 14, 2011
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