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I like a smuggler. He is the only honest thief. He steals from the rich and gives to the poor. It is painfully beautiful how he does it. It's an awfully good cause.

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Well now, one winter it was so cold that all the geese flew backward and all the fish moved south and even the snow turned blue. Late at night, it got so frigid that all spoken words froze solid afore they could be heard. People had to wait until sunup to find out what folks were talking about the night before.

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http://www.poetry4kids.com/poems/the-tighty-whitey-spider/

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http://www.poetry4kids.com/poems/the-armpit-of-doom/

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http://www.poetry4kids.com/poems/the-biggest-burp-ever/

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http://www.poetry4kids.com/poems/my-brother-ate-my-smartphone/