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by Aaron Conklin

I threw a rock at

a giraffe.  It didn't do

anything.  So I went up

to it and poked it

with my finger.

It kicked me!  When

I hit the ground

lightning struck.

It made a forest fire.

The moon came out.

Then it burned up

from the fire.  For

some reason a piano

fell from the sky and

I don't know why.  Then

Bill Clinton said, Hi

Then I said bye.

This is the end

of this poem

The end.