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There was an old elf called Fle

18 Mar

There was an old elf called Fle,

 Who was as happy can be,

 Until one day while alone,

 He fell and broke a bone,

 That’s Fle, with a broken old knee.

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I don’t care what you call me

as long as you enjoy reading my stories

 
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Posted by on March 18, 2014 in poems

 

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