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Lindsay, Lindsay...


Submitted:Jul 13, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Lindsay, Lindsay,

With her long silver hair,

Fell down the stairs,

While thinking of her pair.

Her pair, her pair,

On the contrare,

Was so unfair.

Has a tail,

And never fails.

His name is Gayle.

Gayle, oh, Gayle,

You've left a trail,

Sent to jail,

With no bail.

Lindsay, Lindsay,

Hear him call?

No, no, not at all,

You had to fall,

and, yet, stand so tall.

Lindsay and Gayle,

That is their tale,

But did we mention,

Their son Cayle?





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