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    Wednesday, February 15, 2006

    Ode to the Mexican Iceberg

    A couple of birds upon you sit,
    A big lonely rock covered in stuff.
    The waves and water upon you lap,
    But here you sit covered in stuff.
    The birds upon are not in a coop,
    And that is why you are covered in stuff.
    If it gets too slippery, away they'll flew,
    It serves them right for going number two!

    4 Response(s):

    Min said...

    Beautiful! Love the poem.

    Britt said...

    WOuld you like me to fill in the real words for you??

    Min said...

    i think I can figure them out.... :)

    Keli said...

    I thought it might be inappropriate for me to fill them in, but you can certainly use your imagination!