Is here and there, hopping like fire from tree to house. Vibrant in times gone past the flows. When at the edge jumping seems logical in the fact. Butterflies make the journey each passing of the flower. A picnic is what the World's end shall be. You and me set. |
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"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
How I wonder what you're at?
Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky."
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...Male underwear models, who for some reason are always shown posing outside, looking sullen, as if a group of even more muscular models stole their pants.
-Dave Barry
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