Classic poem of the day
Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth crie
Fie on this pride, this Female vanitie.
Thus, though the Rooke do's raile against the sin,
He loves the gain that vanity brings in.
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Crazy man He was crazy man because he liked to eat sand He Slept in a garbage can He to liked to hit himself with a pan Water was no man's land Instead he used an old fan Then some clean very dry sand Everybody has done something that was crazy I had an old hound dog that was just plan lazy Get rid of the dog cause he was lazy Get a new one sounds absurd to me Just let the old man be so what if he is crazy He carries a lock without a key He only goes pee in a cup you see Beca......
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