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People aren't as you think What's black ain't black, what's pink ain't pink, Beneath the surface it's dark and murky, What seems simple is odd and quirky If you see mud, that might be a gem Hiding beneath the sloth and phlegm, Silver that shines is ofttimes plate On nickel 'n zinc and other dead-weight But dig beneath that dark interior That hides beneath the glinting exterior You might discover sommat superior Unsurpass'd gold that shouts 'Exclesior'. So don't be quick to adjudicate Oft as not we don't see straight You and me, we're not as we think Our slime is gold, and our jewels stink
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
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People aren't as you think What's black ain't black, what's pink ain't pink, Beneath the surface it's dark and murky, What seems simple is odd and quirky If you see mud, that might be a gem Hiding beneath the sloth and phlegm, Silver that shines is ofttimes plate On nickel 'n zinc and other dead-weight But dig beneath that dark interior That hides beneath the glinting exterior You might discover sommat superior Unsurpass'd gold that shouts 'Exclesior'. So don't be quick to adjudicate Oft as not we don't see straight You and me, we're not as we think Our slime is gold, and our jewels stink
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge #adjudicate
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
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