poem by cynthia haglund

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I'm gonna play Friday on my knee..and throw the dog their bone.

Us were going to the market to fetch a fat pig. Jiggly Jig.

Them are here!

Us and them.

Me and she!

and the 'ed'ing of things to come.

She sitted on the tuffet and ate the muffet.

He wented to the beach without a towel.

I'm gonna go play Friday on the bushes.

wow .. it's almost pretty ..