Sherlock blossoms and petticoat Watsons,
pier by the river runoff intracivilly.
don't peer at me whilst i pee off the pier.
pierhaps you should look at some other's pier.
tea for two? or a pear for robespierre?
when i think red, you say blue; when you think bluer,
i run back around the statue of mr. lincoln, adorned so nebulously with his enblossomed petticoat.
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