Icons will on my death bed lay.
Adorn fresh the christening bouquet.
for love has a way of jumbling the very
claws of a giant jungle cat.
Life is a tragic polka.
Logical? no.
A curtail pick of frivolous men.
oh the strange conundrums that lie before us
not everything is as it appears.
-Pamplemousse
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