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THE EIGHT MONTH OLD



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THE EIGHT MONTH OLD

On his frontier on the carpet He explores, but not for jewels; His mouth checks out his findings, He gobbles up and drools. You say that babes are fragile; You haven't seen my guy; Listed and summed, the things he's gummed Would cause a GOAT to die!
Wes Stephenson

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