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Lot’s wife said, “I’d like to relax, sir,
Alongside this dusty old track, sir.”
But then she looked back,
And alack and alas,
Turned into a pillar of Saxa.
By Bob
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I tried to write myself a poem,
With all the letters, but no M,
The rhymes were weak,
The subject was bleak,
(it was an Edgar Allen Poe - M!!)
By Rob W.