When Alice watched space shuttles launch on TV, There would pool in her panties a puddle. As she gobbled up popsicles, weakened of knee, Would her fair, freckled skin flush and ruddle. ♣ ‘Neath her pillow went pickles and cold cobs of corn, Troves of Twinkies amassed ‘mongst her socks, Dismayed neighbors watched on, once, as Alice, one […]

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