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Poem About A Boy This is a poem about a lad A lad who was mad He was as mad as his Dad And his Dad was quite mad The boy was so tough That he would wrestle and stuff If his Dad didn't wrestle enough He would go off in a huff And he would kick a ball Kick a ball up the hall Kick a ball at the wall And that is not all
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He rode a bike like the wind His wheels - they spinned Before I had beginned He would shout out  But I do have to say He was not mad all day I do have to say At the end of the day He wanted a hug And some milk in a mug And he slept like a bug Like a bug in a rug |
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