by Unknown
Jan 2012 482 Views 1 comments
The Grub Hound
Quite mighty is he, as he walks through the trees, Sniffing and snorting for these. The kitchen jungle he sees, Is chalk full of these. The human dinner plate is peiiet with these. The floor he may spot some of these. The carpet is a place of delight, as humans spill alot of these. When the evening he sees, he desired to rest at ease, Watching and hopeing for these.
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Posted: Jan 2012
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