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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Bedtime for Bosco

It's bedtime for Bosco.
Zita's all asleep.

My teeth are brushed,
My homework's done.
one of those is a lie.

But. It's bedtime for Bosco.

Tomorrow it will rain.
Tomorrow it will snow
Which one of this is untrue, I think some one will know.

But.

It's bedtime for Bosco
Posted by Myque Franz at 8:23 PM

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