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You told me '' it doesn't, because nothing does rhyme with orange'' I tripped, missing my thought, walking through the rusty ion door, Hinged on our relationship. Pass the lemon vinegar, I've cut myself once more. Removals The trucks wheels sprayed removals, I spat my return, the phlem run clear Down the window screen In one flick of lash, squirt of tear I was wiped away. Sign in to see full entry.