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Jun.16,2013
Crazy night-time flying bat
Looked to me ’twas getting fat
Tried to dodge, but went kersplat
Flew akimbo off my hat
Dare I wonder where you’re at?
Hit the road, and there you sat
By the morn you’ll be run flat
Poor flat bat, to hit my hat, and die like that.
Twists my heart all pitter-pat.
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I wonder on this poem in my flat…
amazed that you wrote that….
and that it fell …..
ker splat.