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by Shelby M. Forrest Barry Moore sat down on a chair, But when he sat, the chair wasn't there. The kids all laughed at Barry Moore When Barry's bottom hit the floor. Paula pencil was rather bright. She could not read, but she could write. But she got dull and out of joint When someone broke her pencil point. Whenever I scratch my fingers On the blackboard I have found The kids in class all hold their ears Because of the screechy sound. |
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