PINKPink Colours Bedroom walls, Hides in rubies, Dyes the flamingoes, Beats under salmon's skin Shines through cherries' gleams. And paints the rose, Which blushes, Vivid, Pink.PINK
WASHED AWAYWASHED AWAYWASHED AWAY
The pages are wet, The words are missing. Time and effort gone, To wastedump valley.
Pen's ink and Tree's paper, What a calamity, My thought too, Is washed clear.
They're not on the mighty sea, Or down the swirling, long river, They're under the tap, Being washed away.
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Enticed by your Electric Impulse Smile
(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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Unix gives you just enough rope to hang yourself...and then a couple of more feet, just to be sure!
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