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A cool poem - a nice pal and solid person - a fictitious poem. |
| Simply do it for applause; Such a goodness, neatness cause. Never fail, or hit the pause; Feet are safer, coolness draws. Trim the hedges, mow the grass. Rake the leaves with modeling sass. Lean on primly, nicest lass; Now they’re going, kick some bass! Seven-seven, going right! Bang the bridges, braking light; Know such awesome, faint and bright; Women know such sheer delight! Welcome back in from the cold - Never dreaming, growing old - What we wonder, ever bold? Talent driven, now we’re told. Now we collar, draw the blind; Varied heating, quite a find - Trixie’s vacant, treasured mind. Folks are sent to be resigned! |