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Random 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. |