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Jun 21, 2008
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A Tale Retold
Once upon a time there was a town,
this town was just like the one in which
you live, except instead of people, pots and
kettles of all sorts and shapes carry on
the business of being kettles and pots.
No one knows which came first, the pots or the kettles,
suffice it to say they each arrived
just about the same time to lay claim to the land
of kettles and pots.
Dare I say there is always trouble brewing just below
the surface... and the land of pots and kettles was no
exception in this matter, and thus it was passed down
to generations of pots the business of calling the kettle black.
this town was just like the one in which
you live, except instead of people, pots and
kettles of all sorts and shapes carry on
the business of being kettles and pots.
No one knows which came first, the pots or the kettles,
suffice it to say they each arrived
just about the same time to lay claim to the land
of kettles and pots.
Dare I say there is always trouble brewing just below
the surface... and the land of pots and kettles was no
exception in this matter, and thus it was passed down
to generations of pots the business of calling the kettle black.
— Kailashana, Jun 21, 2008
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Critiques
Rolwright
17 years 11 months ago
Hilarious
Kailashana
17 years 11 months ago
Ok… I’m asking
professor
17 years 11 months ago
Word play
Kailashana
17 years 11 months ago
That depends on who’s
prayersbyPatty
17 years 11 months ago
Anna
Kailashana
17 years 11 months ago
Thanks Patty… not too