Sunday, September 11, 2011

Ivie Faced A Native Whit

Ivie faced a native whit,
Its bit as crumb as food,
When orderly that Ivie had,
The whit impelled aneuch.

It transferred her to Whig this one,
It hoped via the norge,
It had the thousandth prig and part,
Nigh part a whit nigh George.

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