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Ten Years of Mixing Muffins


It was four days after Ground Hog Day,

In Nineteen-ninety-eight.

My first pile of Meadow-Muffins,

Was plopped on a, paper plate.

Thanks to Karen at the Feed Store,

Who sponsored that first rhyme,

A true patron of the Arts,

She stuck with me all this time.

My thanks to the editor,

Who dares to print each line,

Of twisted verse that tumbles,

From an inverted brain like mine.

Most of all, I thank my readers,

Muffin fans, so brave and true,

‘Though at times I kind of wonder,

What the Heck is wrong with you!

Mike Puhallo

 


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