A Half a Pound of Tuppany Rice, a Half a Pound of Treacle
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7 Comments:
This is exACKLY what I was talking about on Mrs. Weirsdos blog!!!!! I can think of lot's of rime's for block, why cant you????
I apologize for Pansi. I believe you've written a real blockbuster of a poem.
I hope your block goes away soon!
Snap out of it already!
Bitter vox on the palm.
Think outside the block
Half a pound of tuppany rice, half a pound of treacle, that's the way the money goes, POP goes the weasel.
half a pound of heroine, half a pound of treacle, that's the way the story goes, out comes the evil.
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