I stooped to spy A butterfly, And stuck a thistle In my thumb. Beheld mine eye, The insect guy, Then gave a whistle, Thumb felt numb. In stumbling, I Impaled my thigh, Upon the thistle, Then, my bum. Expansive sigh, And then did die, From toxic thistle, I succumb. by aforgrave, April 9th, 2012. #NPM2012: [...]
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