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    Friday, July 18, 2003


    Original Poetic Arrangement
    "WHEN THE DOG ATE MOTHER'S TOES"

    The tombstones in the graveyard creaked
    And howled within the fragrant boughs
    The spirits had forsaken sleep
    Since the dog ate Mother's toes
    Beside the entryway there lay
    A fetid, drooping, wilting rose
    It had been dropp'd upon that place
    When the dog ate Mother's toes
    She shan't have teased the poor dog so
    But alas, the dear frau chose
    When the tide of Milk-Bones ebbed
    The starving dog ate Mother's toes
    The goblins moaned a mournful dirge
    While yellowed flesh did decompose
    And all had been o'erturned that night
    Because the dog ate Mother's toes.

    By Freemont Dempsey Carroll

    posted at 11:53 PM

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