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Created on: January 06, 2010
If I were a bard,
I'd stroll down a lane.
But it's not in the cards
cause I look kind of plain.
I would stroll down a lane
with my Jack Russell dog
cause I look kind of plain
in a robe made of fog.
With my Jack Russell dog
men would stay far away.
In a robe made of fog
I look kind of gray.
Men would stay far away
from a stern, strident voice.
I look kind of gray
though my lipstick is moist.
With a stern strident voice
it is not in the cards,
though my lipstick is moist,
if I were a bard.
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