ON THE ROAD TO TATTLETOWN by Leroy F. Jackson

 
 
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ON THE ROAD TO TATTLETOWN

 
On the road to Tattletown
What is this I see?
A pig upon a pedestal,
A cabbage up a tree,
A rabbit cutting capers
With a twenty dollar bill--
Now if I don't get to Tattletown
Then no one ever will.
Leroy F. Jackson,
 
 
 
 

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