-- Catfish Slaves
Deep Down in the desert, where the Camels wear their shades, where the future is told by a Polygraph, but there was only one made, and it is guarded by thelrusa and her seven catfish slaves. I will camp here if you don’t mind.

-- Pills
Most of my pills are orange in hue.
I am not very fond of them.
However, I do not think the color is the culprit.

I wear a bow tie. I am a proud.
I wear it by myself.
I wear it in a crowd.
From the soft color of pastel to the loudest of the loud.
I wear a bow tie.

This is just a special Thanksgiving poem... I think this is a great poem for the holidays.

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