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Penned by Oliver, on the occasion of his birthday:

Today I am two.

Whoopetydoo.

My closest friend Solomon
Treats me like poo.

I have nowhere to go
And nothing to do

And no interest in finishing this stupid poem. Go away.



2 comments

  1. May 13, 2011 at 10:19 pm Sandy

    OMG! The Terrible Twos!

    And a poet to boot!

  2. May 14, 2011 at 12:27 am Amy

    I keep saying, if you just apply yourself, the literary world will open their arms to you. But all he does is yawn, roll over, and fall asleep. I just don’t get it.

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