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When I signed on Whyville, I could sense a fear.
Something wasn't right, something was weird.
I looked in that funny bus,
I made a big fuss!
"I GOT TAPED!, How Could That Be?
Then I looked in my little mail boxy.
You Have Been Taped For Inappropriate Language!
As I read on, I could see
OH I was just joking with my friend ki ki!
But it's too late now, the tape was on,
there was nothing I could do, 'til the next dawn.
The Tape Was UGLY, the tape was big,
it could wrap arrond a baby pig.
There I Sat there with nothing to do,
Except write this poem, especially for you!
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