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Gourds by Nick |
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By Nick Gourds are as bumpy as the back roads, And can be as odd shaped as a half-cut tree. They can be tie-dyed enough to be a hippie's shirt Or as plain as a white board. They're big as a CAR Or small as a pea. This is a gourd I hold in my hand.
I see no other for this is the only one of its' kind.
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