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Born in a playground,
the runt of the litter
Of four little
furballs to parents that fled
When a gang of raccoons
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Towingo and Towongo
went out to build a car
To drive them on
adventures through the near and far.
They weaved togeth..
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El
invierno ha llegado ’Tis now the wintry season,
con
gran felicidad. And happiness abounds.
(No
es qu..
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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-
In constant twinkle, ever with my nose
Towards the north and with my arde..
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Soy un libro polvoriento I’m a book of dust and mildew
Sobre tu estantería- Sitting lonely on you..
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Poetry of cheery nature
Sets the heart and soul awhirl,
Weaving light and love across the world,
Deeming life a who..
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She wanders lonely as a cloud
With gliding steps of silent grace,
Wrapped in a thick and murky shroud
Of mist that ..
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Beneath a sickly sky,
Against the motion
Of the heart,
Set apart
From the world;
From humanity.
Wh..
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Weirdos make the best
of friends:
They’re always up for
fun-
A child still dwells
within their souls
Benea..
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Some Sisyphus now struggles up
the hill,
And still not see his grueling tortureend;
Some Jack now falls from having failed ..
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