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Red in the sky makes little men cry.
Arsenic in the meadow turns you yellow.
Inexplicably, I hate you.
Never say never, except for two.
Be who you are, but who am I to speak?
Out with the new and in with the old.
We don't talk for fear of time.
See how well I can rhyme!
- by Rei-Morgaine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/30/2011 |
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- Title: Bows in the Rain
- Artist: Rei-Morgaine
- Description: If you don't see it, the first letter of each line spells out 'rainbows'. Enjoy! I also have this posted on my DA, which has the same username as here.
- Date: 04/30/2011
- Tags: bows rain crying
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