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Bags of dog poop hanging there
Casting their aroma in the air
Drawing to them many flies
I'll bake them all in my pies.

I'll call it "Poopfly Pie"
And give a piece to my neighbor by and by
If she thinks it's very good
I'd bake some more if I could.
Posted: 2009-09-04 23:42:16 UTC

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