An elegy
I am composing an elegy to the giant thorn bush that is no longer in our back yard.
What rhymes with "hundreds of miniature puncture wounds all over my hands and feet"
I am composing an elegy to the giant thorn bush that is no longer in our back yard.
What rhymes with "hundreds of miniature puncture wounds all over my hands and feet"
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