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Pink Elephants

Pink Elephants

Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow

If you did, you''d best lat off the hooch

Hooch in moderation is acceptable

But if you see a pink elephant fly by your window

You have definitely over indulged

Another sign is when the things you say

Don't exactly match what you're thinking

Such as instead of saying, β€œYou have nice boobs”

You actually say β€œbice noobs”

Has a nice ring to it as does β€œa great sackbide”

Hey I don't make this stuff up you know!

So getting back to that strange looking cow

If you haven't been drinking... and you see one

Run, don't walk, to the nearest shrink!

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Lucas Lazar

If everytime someone says the opposite of what you think a pink elephant in the sky, would be filled with pink elephants clouds flying.

He is can not always say what you think, a prudence times and other times for not doing a damage added to the penalty or the misery of some person.

Ethics is as important as the truth, with ethics you can say what you think without ever resorting to the white lies.

The truth even in its harshest expressions never offends, what does is fold or supports another interpretation.

A greeting and congratulations on the composition of a poem as real as fun.

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Jack Ellison

You are very observant my friend! Than you, as always, for your interesting comments on my submissions! Have a great day... cheers, Jack

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