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Emily Zink

A girl named Emily Zink came for a visit and I made up this poem for her.

“It’s Emily Zink”
“I think.”
I thunked.
“Why is she here?”
“Oh Dear!”
“We’re Zunked!”
“When will she go?”
“And fast or slow?”
“If she doesn’t though,”
“We’re Zonked,”
“You Know.”

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