The washing on the line is mine, is mine;

The washing on the line, it dries, it dries.

My best friend down the road, he dies, he dies;

Our enemy of old, he lies, he lies.

The washing on the line, it sighs, it sighs.

The washing on the line is mine, is mine;

The washing on the line, it blows, it blows.

Desire for revenge, it grows, it grows;

The guilty man nearby, he cr...

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Two toads sitting on a log

One toad pushes the other in

and chuckles to himself

that he always wins

The second toad surfaces 

with a satisfied smile

happy to be in the water

where he’d craved to be

all the while

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Pickles at dawn, pickles at dawn. 

Don't let your father draw pickles at dawn.

Mustard Pickle is on the floor,

The Fish-Judge throws him smirks.

Their fruit is growing tentacles

And squeezes 'till it hurts.

The fruit unzips old onion skins

To bare the rotten flesh.

She sprays sour wounds with vinegar

To clothe the naked smell. 

The fruit then puts on hy...

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Cackling cows, but the milk is sour.

Poison meat that we devour.

Broken hearts left to cower.

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