Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote Nat tumbled back from town To get dressed in brown. Wiggled all the way down For a gold crown. They watched her wound, Couldn't find the right noun. Whispered second guesses with a frown, Saw her smile they could bound. So they huddled around For another count.

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