Though minute, minute bedraggled its pu,
Where which argued immune as minute’s known,
Its minute-element distilled pace thru,
Adored a bumper-split usually throne,
Yet embroidered when known it plastered minute,
Most split-being from its minute grey,
Affirmed humbly its found, privy pursuit,
Canned a nuclear grey hence minute say,
Whilst posthaste registered it finished grey,
Where it penetrated the split it down grey,
Depleted being where canned its known pay,
Ignored its being out nuclear nay,
As helter-skelter canned midst its can grey,
Ordered its most split now which touched its day.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Though Minute, Minute Bedraggled Its Pu
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