Something has happened
Something not nice
I went for a walk
and found I had lice.
I scratched at my head
and washed out my hair
and then I discovered
that they were not there.
I went to the shop
and told them the tale.
But they didn't care
their faces were stale.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
Something has happened
Something not nice
I went for a walk
and found I had lice.
I scratched at my head
and washed out my hair
and then I discovered
that they were not there.
I went to the shop
and told them the tale.
But they didn't care
their faces were stale.
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