Mares eat oats,
And dos eat oats
And little lambs eat ivey,
A kid 'll eat ivey too,
Wouldn't You?
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3 comments:
your a little poet
I used to have this kind of kid when I was a kid myself. His name was Billy. He was jet black all over.
i'm guessing that 'kid' would be a little easier to raise, lol
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