I seem to have started a fire. I don’t mean my pants are ablaze; I’m no liar. I began with some sticks And newspapers and waste This is a ridiculous poem. I made a fire in the fireplace to heat the house. The end.
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Anonymous
said...
Maybeeee, it was a riddle, yea, a riddle that needed to be solved, but you told us the answer, so problem, er riddle solved.
2 comments:
Maybeeee, it was a riddle, yea, a riddle that needed to be solved, but you told us the answer, so problem, er riddle solved.
It wasn't.
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