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Heather can't stand humid weather.
It ruffles her hair and splits each feather.
She can no longer impress,
Bad hair day I guess,
So she just hides her head in her sweater.
There once was a gal named Heather,
Too excited to stay held by her tether.
She ran 'round like a dog,
Instead of a frog,
And peed on herself and each feather.
Heather wore a headdress of feathers,
At the request of hundreds of letters,
But she didn't look right,
And gave the tough boys a real fright,
So she jumped on her chopper with leathers.
NOTE: This was fun, whoever Heather with her feathers may be! Anthony Lane Stahlhut challenged me! I hope it continues well the 'series' of David Pekrul and Mary, too!
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