Lying in bed with a cold, All I want for breakfast Is a packet of Mr. Sketch Markers.
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-Tay
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"I'm getting smaller every minute," I yelled, but she could not hear me Among the winged lions and ziggurats, The mad astrologers of her painted eyes.
-Charles Simic --
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