Reality Tales
Ashes, ashes, you get in my way, you fall down.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
He had a great fall, drunk bastard!
Mary had a little lamb.
It made a fine sweater!
Jack and Jill went up a hill.
They came down divorced.
Ring around the rosies, a pocket full of rupies.
The little engine that could was on Methaphedimines.
I'll puff, and I'll huff cocain up my nose, because the three little pig's were
slautered for breakfast!
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