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a feather called "macaroni"
This is about "living life to the max;" a smidgen of humour is required to get full enjoyment of this poem. Cheers!
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Live life to the max, it's a good way to be -
methinks the first mac I may have ever encountered
is a popular fellow to kiddies, called Old Macdonald
who had a rather lively and musical farm
now follows a yummy collection of food
from baked mac...
Sunday 25th November 2012 10:39 pm

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