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...Green slimeÂ…flowing so freeÂ…
Covering evÂ’ry dark hedgerow and treeÂ…
Gallantly flowing in the pit of my mindÂ…
But at first morning lightÂ…not a trace do I findÂ…"
...Yeah...my poetry, of course...Damn night! (Shakes head in disgust) SHEESH!
See Also: Pagliacci...
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