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Monday, June 10, 2013

Foolish Gary

As he was packing fit an exotic trip
Foolish Gary made a foolish slip
His zipper moved fast
He let out a gasp
And that was the last he saw of his tip

-Nat
Posted by Unknown at Monday, June 10, 2013
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