Thu 04 May, 2017 22:10:13 EAT
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My friend left this Vale of tears,
As she vanished into the air
She claimed that she had a virgin territory
And I had to show volte face
For even hyenas whisper
Like a berry she had to bury herself.
And hid her claws in her Claus
Though it wasn't after Mays
So we raked over it
Though we got rained out
And in end I read off
Despite reasoning out
Though men reel in
But I reeled off
And in the end reined in
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