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Submitted:Apr 19, 2012 Reads: 34 Comments: 6 Likes: 3
Rosie, don't complain that others can't hear you
for you are intensely stupid.
If there were four of you in one room
I'd make an icy lock.
Rosemary, is it not thyme?
Time you stopped talking.
Perhaps you'd make a jester
a joker for the whole of
Marsh Farm to laugh at.
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fool for sale.
You shall die at the dinner of a rich man.
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