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"Yesterday, not so long ago
There was a boy named, Joe.
Joe was plagued with indecision,
His decisions lacking contention,
His mind to and fro...
...until his eyes wandered to a girl.
full of body (booty?)
The wind caught her hair and it swayed ever so gently.
And then as the moon light illuminated her face,
he realized there was a strange tint to her skin.
Strange, it seemed that she was green.
For until now it went unseen.
Green or Emerald.
Her eyes reflected the spirit of revelation.
Her hair golden as wheat in the sun.
From her lips came forth thunder and honey.
Her ears prick at the sound of my voice.
Come fair Maiden.
Come forth from your prison,
and embrace the freedom of my eyes.
Alas that in the same moment,
she, that lovliest of women,
Helen to the ages,
Beyond even her namesake,
was locked in a death struggle with a voracious velociraptor!
What Horror!"
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