A poem about me and my friends
At Whyville I have lots of great friends,
From clams to hair is what they would lend,
I like my friends cos' they are cool,
and we like to talk to each other sitting on stools.
My friends on Whyville are very nice,
When I was hurt they supplied me with ice,
They showed me around Whyville when I first came,
then I figured my friends were anything but lame!
I'm glad I have these Whyville friends,
Without them I'd have nothing at the coolest site in the world!
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