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The Grand ToasterCurrent mood: contemplative Views: 6
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The grand toaster in the clouds,
Goes up, down and around.
It never crosses the street,
Because it has round and oval feet.
Their lies the apple pie.
Cats in gravy wave goodbye,
To the lonely cowboy low and high.
So it is said that those cowboys hide,
The fact that they are Canadians inside.
Eh?
Thus it was fun,
All said and done.
From a man without money,
This poem makes too much cents.
I even got to ride a moose.
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