8688. MR. BUDDY BODIKIN

MR BUDDY BODIKIN

Here they laid the lazy Susan down;

the crumbs were falling all over the

table. Spun too fast, everything flies.

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Mr. Buddy knew just what. What

speed to crank the handle; what 

force to fire the water out the hose.

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I can think of nothing better than a

lazy, Summer day. Why that can be,

I cannot say.