*there was surely no doubt
that his eyes were a drought
both of them lacked a spout
for no fire to put out
would ever make him pout
so all he does is flout
and sometimes hang about
but he will never sprout*
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
*there was surely no doubt
that his eyes were a drought
both of them lacked a spout
for no fire to put out
would ever make him pout
so all he does is flout
and sometimes hang about
but he will never sprout*
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