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From the book The Armpit of Doom
I’ve got a lot of presents
that I’d like to give to you.
I’ll give you all my Brussels sprouts
and all my liver too.
I’ll give you all my gym socks
when they really start to stink.
I’ll give you all my pens when
they are running out of ink.
I’ll give you all my broken toys
and empty jars of paste.
I’ll give you all my bubble gum
that’s chewed and lost its taste.
I’ll give you all the dust balls that
I found beneath my bed.
I’ll give you all my batteries
as soon as they are dead.
So have a happy birthday,
you’re a special friend indeed,
and please accept this trashcan
full of stuff that I don’t need.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 3
From the Book The Armpit of Doom
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