Your Virgo-ness wounds me!
~ OJ to her BFF, defending accusations of being a drama queen.
Your Virgo-ness wounds me!
~ OJ to her BFF, defending accusations of being a drama queen.
It ain’t over until it’s over, dahlings. Until then, suck it up and deal with the rotten verse. Orange Sadistic Jammies is on a rrrrrrrrroll!
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Vivaldi is straining
To tell us there are four seasons
Above the thunder of the Indian third,
And the boom of drums
And tramping feet
And idol-cart squeaky wheels;
A minority Italian
In a roaring Indian nation
Drowned out,
Marooned,
Amid decibel peaks,
While a clay elephant head
Smirks at his isolation
And trumpets noiselessly
To crown the din.
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Vox populi