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The Tint Of His Vision
He sobbed as he took her back into his hoping arms,
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flaunt...
Tuesday 28th February 2012 4:02 am
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