A POEM BY KEWLEW:; SIX BEFORE SEVEN , SEVEN BEFORE EIGHT; IF YOUR NOT ON TIME IT'S CALLED BEING LATE; PUT STUFF ON A BOAT NOW ITS CALLED FREIGHT; WE PUT EGGS IN A CARTON AND CHICKENS IN A CRATE! BUT THE SUN SHINES GOLDEN AND THE GRASS TURNS BROWN; WHEN YOU LEAVE THE CITY YOU'RE OUTSIDE OF TOWN; ROSES ARE RED AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE THIS IS ANOTHER POEM BY KEWLEW.
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