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tell me blue tell me
something that's out I had said
told was true by you

sticks and stones can break
my bones but names will never
hurt ~ my sticks and stones

there are three things that
can't be hid ~ sun moon truth and
your fat ~ make it four

bite the bullet till
you touch lead that will push you
through all your hardships

cry over spilt milk
that in time will sour like your
lamenting facade

bird in hands better
than two in the bush ~ now is
here ~ future is not

do to others that
you'd want them do to you ~ be
good~ if not then run

every cloud has a
silver ring ~ tarnish times be
polished shine next time

a dime a dozen
eighteen hundreds ~ a dime cost
most goods seldom rare

'O Henry Porter
wrote cut the mustard ~ soldiers
pass muster ranks up

hold your horses steads
the whipped horseback that's headstrong
 ~ patience ease the reins

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