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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Wednesday is Haiku day!
Mister Rogers was a little creepy if you ask me, those sweaters!
6 comments:
Mister Rogers was
my hero you know that Steve
Don't make fun of him.
i was a fan of
old king friday and the cat
whose name i forget
The cat, her name was
Henrietta Pussycat.
X the owls best friend.
He meant well, I know
But his style was not for me.
Rest in peace, kind man.
Mister Rogers died.
The terrorists have not won.
He lives in reruns.
Mister Rogers died?
Oh how can it be? I still
see him on tv.
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