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A blue a blue from under the brown behind the square and between the circles Few and singular, the blue takes a step to the left and the South Bereaved, the blue sits believing It is good at hockey Faithfully skating, mucking and making musical messes   Its banjo twang and its choir sang, and the color red had yet to call it Pity the blue for it is truly in trouble Its flips don't flop its whizz's don't fizz Its preposterously powerful past pastor has purportedly put a price on its puny posterior Poor piddly pathetic blue But of course, blues do not have butts
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
A blue
A blue a blue from under the brown behind the square and between the circles Few and singular, the blue takes a step to the left and the South Bereaved, the blue sits believing It is good at hockey Faithfully skating, mucking and making musical messes   Its banjo twang and its choir sang, and the color red had yet to call it Pity the blue for it is truly in trouble Its flips don't flop its whizz's don't fizz Its preposterously powerful past pastor has purportedly put a price on its puny posterior Poor piddly pathetic blue But of course, blues do not have butts
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
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