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Hilarious Insanity (Epic) Warning! Very Long - Very Funny!
Ladies and Gentlemen.
It is with great pride and joy I
hereby present our ‘Stute epic.
With my gratitude to all ‘Stute
members. I could not have done
it without your help. A special
"thank you" to Andrew Scott and
Gene, for their kindness and help I
received behind the scenes.
Lady in Red
~Juliet~
It is my first trip out with the
‘Stute
They have asked me, how could I
refute
They are all wonderful
Crazy dudes and damsels
And my gratitude is absolute
We are out on a mad camping trip
All the uncensored Loonies from PIP
Nothing like a good joke
Suffering a brain poke
While we hunt for the monks Dale
& Chip
‘Round the campfire here we all sit
Taz the Devil turns ‘round on the
spit
Can you hear him avow
"Kick your butts! I’m not
chow!"
"Can’t you see I am not a
rabbit?"
Doctor Moose 1 arising with flair
He drops Bar-B-Q sauce with ill care
"Let this bunny run free!
He’s a Devil you see!
And besides I prefer my food
rare."
"Now we have gathered here
Justin Thyme
To give Lady in Red a swell rhyme
‘Cause we’re no lunatics
At most mentally sick
So let’s give her a really good
time!"
"Introduce your self in a ‘Stute
style
With the words that will bring forth
a smile
As she listens with King
Ruler of the East Wing
Stand and speak! Let your rhymes now
beguile!"
~~~~~~~~~~
By way of introduction, I've been
here for a while
(Elementary deduction Doc, Watson's
got more style)
I came here quite by accident, a
long, long time ago
(Enough of all this history crap, my
lunch is 'bout to blow)
I've been accused of many things,
most of which aren't true
(Oh yeah! Well just ask Justin N.,
he's got the dirt on you)
You can tell me by my paper hats,
I've usually got one on
(Why don't you just 'fess up, you're
whacked! You're mind's completely gone!)
Some say I'm schizophrenic, I
dis-proved that in my thesis
(Oh come on! They'd need a shop-vac
to pick up all your pieces!)
There are a couple things, to which
I'm pre-disposed
(Yeah you're certifiable, like your
poetry and prose)
I'd like to thank all of my friends
at the Institute
(Will you please get this thing over
with, you're one long winded fruit)
Without which I have little doubt,
I'd just be a recluse
And in my present state of
confusion, I'd prefer to be Dr.Moose
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Doc Moose what a story chortle
Seems to me you are only mortal
Glad you found your home here
Where there is joy and cheer
As Doc Moose you are now immortal
~~~~~~~~~~
Staring at the same four white walls
Such things can really get you down
So at times we go out on trips
To the Corner Pub that’s in town
But this time I had heard it said
We were going to where it’s green
Out amongst the squirrels and bears
To play and sing and be obscene
I packed all of my best crayons
And left behind all of my meds
I hope I get to share a tent
With the Lady who dresses Red
I’m sure that Moose has packed his
vest
The one that's the brightest orange
To keep from being shot by Fudd
While he’s doing forest forage
I see Red brought some marshmallows
I really like to watch them cook
How they get that crispy outside
And that gooey melted wax look
Let us sing some campfire songs
And tell a ‘Stute story or two
Song or story the screams the same
Of which is which I have no clue
Last year’s outing was so much fun
With brothers Justin Thyme and Kace
Who set fire to the bear’s hat
And dared squirrels to a nut race
This year I have gone natural
The way that God intended us
I brought only my fanny pack
And left all my clothes on the bus
Yep! Andrew Scott the Crayon King
Shall enjoy this trip in the buff
I will face Mother Nature’s worst
Perhaps I should ware some earmuffs?
Tarzan and George of the Jungle
Have got nothing on this ‘Stute King
Take cover all forest creatures
Because I’ve got the hottest swing
I’ll leave my tag on everything
As I fly through the canopy
Melted crayons my royal seal
On every animal and tree
So come along with me Lady
Juliet how ‘bout you be Jane
We two will show these animals
Just what it means to be insane
~~~~~~~~~~
My dear King, you have coloured my
heart
With your crayons and paraffin art
To be Jane I’d like much
‘Cause for you I’ve gone nuts
Now forever you are my sweetheart
~~~~~~~~~~
I am Justin Tolerable
and my name rings true
When you’re feeling happiness
I'll make you feel quiet blue
I yell and scream and throw a
fuss
Just to get my way
I will punch you in the gut
Just to make my day
I get things that I most want
In any way I can
Don't you dare get in my way
Or tamper with my plan
You can never put me down
Or put me in my place
All you'll ever really do
Is get me in your face
~~~~~~~~~~
Justin T. you are often a pain
To us all, which is really a shame
You play Russian roulette
With your own silhouette
When you hit endless fame you’ll
obtain
~~~~~~~~~~
Here’s a story, a little weird,
but I swear it is true!
It’s about when we almost lost
our Wizard to insanity and paint
blue
One day at sea, he got caught in a
storm
he never was much of a sailor
It broke his ship and he washed
ashore
hoping he’d soon find a new tailor
He never cared much for the Doc
and Nurse C.
as they swept overboard and
screamed
Just smiled the mysterious smile,
we all know
when the sea burped, although so
it seemed
He looked around on this lonely
isle
never found another living soul
"I’ll just have to use my
magic here
for loneliness is not my goal
"
It would have been a different
story
if not at that moment had appeared
A beast with three heads and a
vicious look!
I swear, it even had a beard!
He cried "This is Justin
Sayne, Justin Credible
I hope I am Justin Thyme
to save my precious magical
butt!"
Spilling his magic during this
time
And there we were, created out of
magic
but we feared our Wizard would
leave
So we made him recite 85.479 poems
a day
never gave him a day of sick-leave
One day he cried out, in a moment
of despair,
"Nan where are you when I
need you most!"
Being in the shower at that
particular moment
she barely heard the voice of the
Wizard’s ghost.
Nevertheless she came to the
rescue
on a Dragon as red as can be
what happened next is Justin
Credible
I’ll never forget it, believe me!
Nan took out her vocabulary
starting to recite REAL English to
us!
Driving us almost to sanity
syllabus after syllabus!!!! YEEK!
We cried out: "This is
Justine Uff!
Please take you wizard and go!
"
So she threw him over the Dragon
while dragon’s fire almost hurt
our Michael Angelo
Who was really Justin Thyme to
change his name to Leonardo DaVinci!
and ever since then doesn’t paint
anything
but in blue like the burping sea
Now you know the reason why
he hardly shows any of his work
today
When he thinks back of his time on
the isle
Magical poems are no longer his
forte
Wanna know what happened with us
Justins?
I know life sometimes is rude
Doc Moose and Nurse Crachet washed
ashore
And now we are known as the Stute!
~~~~~~~~~~
Justin N. an astonishing tale
Made this up without first a
cocktail?
No exaggeration?
What imagination!
Are you quite sure you’re not a
female?
~~~~~~~~~~
Bugs Bunny’s hoppin’ in to say to
you
A great big welcome to our family
A little nuts some say we are that’s
true
But sweeter Looney-Toons you’ll
never see.
We watch out for each other in the
‘Stute
We’ve made it quite the warm and
cozy place
A home away from home none can
refute
You’ve Justin Thyme reserved a first
class space.
Now Justin Kace you feel a little
shy
I’ll gladly introduce you all around
To all the folks so fine in great
supply
Like Crayon King, Snow White and
dwarfs I’ve found.
A doc called Moose, a nurse named
Crachet, too
And Tweety Bird and Lancelot the
Knight
A Wicked Witch and all the Justin
crew
Will make you feel at home with all
their might.
Just watch out for some dude named
Elmer Fudd
He is the only one you need to fear
He fancies he’s a lady’s man – a
stud
He even hit on Lady Guinevere
Relax now dear, enjoy your barbecue
We’ll roast some shrimp, grill
burgers and some steak
As long as no one’s cravin’ rabbit
stew
Or Taz, this picnic here, I won’t
forsake.
~~~~~~~~~~
The most funny Loon - Toon must be
you
A bit nuts perhaps, that much is true
Love to see you hop ‘round
On this greenish ‘Stute ground
Careful NOT to be shared Bar-B-Q
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Wady in Wed,
Well I weally don't bewong here
Onwy visit fwom time to time
One of the other woonies
Keeps besting me at whymes
I'll never give up twying though
No siwwee I'll win someday
'Fwaid of that big stoopid Moose
In your dweams that's what I say
Nope , I'll just keep on twying
Evwybody says he's fwipped
Maybe we could get together
'pose you give Andwew the swip
What you ever saw in him's
A mystewy to me
Do yourself a favor Wed
You can't beat thwee foot thwee
Heh Heh Heh Heh Heh
~~~~~~~~~~
Good to see you here too Mister Fudd
They have told me you think you’re a
stud
I am faithful to King
He’s got THE Pelvis swing
A good stew he does love! Watch your
butt!!
~~~~~~~~~~
And They Wonder Why I Drink
My daddy's locked up in the
joint.
My mother's on the rag.
My sister is a streetwalker
who's living from a bag.
My cousin's name is Justin Thyme,
he's locked up in the 'Stute.
And so's his brother, Justin Kace
this fact he'd soon refute.
My sister, Justine Ormous,
she's a burglar in DC.
And Justin Sayne, my uncle --
he sometimes thinks he's me.
My other uncle Justin Uff,
he's hanging with a gang.
And my aunt Jest (that's Shirley
U.)
just stole a blue Mustang.
Justin Denial, my big bro,
is very much my friend!
Justin the nick of Thyme, he
came,
with bottles full again!
And people wonder why I drink
and drown out all my cares--
when Justin Sayne, my other
cousin
stole our MS shares!
That stock today could make us
rich!
(Well, Bill is rich as hell!).
But Justin Kace you didn't know,
he first stole then said,
"Sell!"
Within a day, that Justin Sayne
sold out our second chance!
And then my uncle, Justin Trude,
refused to take a stance!
See, Justin Trude, he was a judge
elected by the state.
But he eloped and disappeared--
t'was too much on his plate.
"Our family's too dysfunctional",
my uncle Justin said.
And then he ran off with this
whore
and landed Justin Bed.
They say to be Anonymous
would help my mind to think
of why I have decided that
I have to take a drink!
Well, here and now, I'm telling
you
I think that they are blind!
They just don't know no families
that are the Justin kind.
They call us Justins horrible...
a screwed up, awful bunch.
And then they wonder why I
drink....
I'm drinking them for lunch!
~~~~~~~~~~
A sad story indeed. What abuse!
Being quarry you cannot but lose
Always pull up your stakes
With your only escape
To be drowned in Old Glory and booze
~~~~~~~~~~
Well, this is quite funny
I'm here with Bugs Bunny,
Bashful, Snow White,
Elmer Fudd, Rapunsel,
Tweety & Sylvester,
Unknown Poet,
all the Justin's
sorry I don't think you
want a list, and I forgot my
Laptop unless
ONE FLEW OVER
did his usually swiping act.
What are you sitting on
over there that looks so familiar?
Don't worry no need to go there
now, this weekend is for fun.
Don't worry Doc Moose
I see you cooking marshmallows
for us all to have Smores,
and Andrew my dear sweet,
I see you cuddling up to my
darling daughter Juliet,
and those are mighty nice
Wizard pyjama's Andrew.
I want this to be fun
but not dangerous
so the sleeping quarters
will be gender segregated.
there's two cabins
one for guys,
and you guessed it
one for the gals.
Bashful will be in charge
of the guys cabin
and of course I will uphold
the gals cabin.
In the morning we’ll all meet
under the Pavilion over there
to have our breakfast
and plan for the days activities.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hello Crachet who is Kindheart too
Never thought you could split up in
two
Does it hurt very much
To feel Kindheart’s kind touch
Or is she just your alter ego?
~~~~~~~~~~
I am timid, shy and scared
Lost from love and unprepared
I will always hide about
Watching people play and shout
You won't see my color true
Red is such a pretty hue
I wear it well upon my face
It's always there and with such
grace
Rarely will you see my face
Running free around this place
I hide behind the rubber tree
That is where I want to be.
~~~~~~~~~~
Here we have the most lovable guy
Who no doubt is a tiny bit shy
If I’d kiss your red cheek
Would you think I’m a freak?
Or your blushing just intensify?
~~~~~~~~~~
Fiddle dee dee
And me makes me three
The Grin, The Cat, The Tale
Chasing Milk Duds all day
Whittling hours away
Skeining yarn with his tail
The Yellow Brick Road
Is yellow, you know
For the world is my sand box
On blankets I shed
On Nurse Cratchet's bed
My grin immune to her locks
If the Lady in Red
Would scritch my head
Right behind the ears
I'd hide all the pills
They put in the swill
To keep at bay your fears
~~~~~~~~~~
A Cheshire Grin, well how about that
Fiddle dee dee, the Grin, what a Cat
A cat with swing and sway
We truly hope he'll stay
He is a Kit-cat aristoCrAT
My goodness, an authentic Cheshire
For what more can this Lady desire
What a beauty he is
He will be a real bliss
‘Round my shoulders for all to admire
I’ll let you have a real Cheshire nap
Every day on the Lady Red’s lap
A scratch behind your ears
A gorgeous grin appears
Never again we will need dude-traps
This ‘Stute tree you may call your new
home
Your Personal Cheshire Hippodrome
A Venus’s flytrap?
A catnip for nightcap?
You’ll be the PURfect CATastrophe
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh me, oh my, I'll slap that fly
before he lands on your thigh.
Wha what, wh who am I?
I'm ONE FLEW OVER
been here longer than Crachet,
I gave her a bed of clover.
My cage couldn't hold me anymore
I always found an open door.
I taught the Justin's all they
know
some of the other's were a bit
slow.
When Crachet arrived everything
changed
everyone became quite deranged.
I can throw a pie a mile and a
half
and don't you dare even laugh.
Food fights are my perfection
and it gets me quite a lot of
affection.
When you see me Lady in Red
just make sure you duck under the
bed.
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh golly, a food fight I love it!
With pies all gooey, my favourite
I like them flying high
Through the air by and by
Didn’t mean that to be a full hit!
~~~~~~~~~~
This campfire is Justin Sayne
Who are these loonies here?
They've all escaped and they
should be
Back in the ‘Stute, I fear.
We're Justin Thyme to gather them
To bring them back again
Their beds are made and dinner's
served
Let's get back in the van.
They're huddled here to tell their
tale
They're all Justin Secure
Let's all go back to where it's
safe
Lobotomy's the cure.
There's Justin Kace with Justin
Thyme
Where ever he now goes
Before we go let's take some Thyme
To toast these marshmallows
~~~~~~~~~~
I am pleased, although it is insane
You are worried so much ‘bout our pain
Let me tell you my dear
There is nothing to fear
Lobotomy’s been sent down the drain
~~~~~~~~~~
Now Justin Kace my brother has
Some trouble in the world
I have to go along with him
As freedom is unfurled
We never know what lurks ahead
What obstacles we'll meet
But Justin Kace a problem brews
I fend off all the heat.
So, Justin Thyme, I'm always there
To help you out, my bro'
No matter what may happen next
I'll be there, you must know.
So tell your tale in record Thyme
Then we must hit the road
No Thyme to rest for we must now
Get in the travelin' mode.
~~~~~~~~~~
I’m so glad I caught you just in time
Before you will take off with bro’
Thyme
When the road you do hit
Make sure you’ll bring your wit
To continue this runaway crime
~~~~~~~~~~
A Thymeless Story as Told to the
Lady in Red
by Ghost of Thyme in Front of the
Campfire:
or "Juliet, Juliet, Wherefore
Art Though, Juliet?"
Thyme and Thyme Again
This Thyme is asked how Thyme came
to the 'Stute.
Well, Lady Red, I've told the tale
so much, it just ain't cute!
Thyme Marches on, you can't deny,
and so I left that place.
I've disappeared, I am not here,
you do not see my face.
Free Thyme, you see, was what I
sought,
because I won't be jailed.
So, as you sit around the fire
my ship it long since sailed.
Spare Thyme is something no-one has
when trapped behind the walls
with Cratchet, Moose, and all the
rest
and when the lunch bell calls.
And so it was, my lady dear
About Thyme that I fled.
When you get back to that darned
'Stute,
you won't see me in bed!
Thyme Out! I screamed!
I'd had enough of jackets straight
with lace.
I ducked behind ol' Cratchet's skirt
and skipped out of that place.
There's no Thyme Zone which could
hold me
so Justin Carcerated.
I'm gone, my dear, this Ghost of
Thyme
ain't here! And I'm elated!
When you return to that Thyme Share
and think you're on vacation,
remember Justin Thyme ain't there!
I hit the first train station!
I checked my Thyme Piece as I split
to synchronize my leaving.
So if Nurse Cratchet asks for me,
please tell her to stop grieving!
I was a Thyme Bomb, Lady Red,
'twas ready for exploding.
So it was best I bolted out
my fate it was foreboding.
Today I punch a Thyme Clock where
the books are stacked forever.
Where am I now? Well, I won't tell!
Not at the 'Stute! No, never!
Thyme Lapse Photography gave me
a view of future waiting....
and so, Ms. Red, I did decide
I'm finished with inmating.
The Thyme Keeper cannot hold me,
I'm Thyme Released, dear lady.
Arrived On Thyme to be set free
I'm in another statey!
So Set the Thyme of all the clocks
in 'Stuteland, I'll not be there.
I Bought on Thyme my freedom, dear,
and you will not find me there!
Half-Thyme, they live within the
'Stute;
Three-Quarter Thyme, their music.
No Doing Thyme for me, Ms. Red,
Tee Thyme for me, or loose it!
But Often Thyme I feel alone,
Thyme Periods of blueness.
A Thyme Traveler of life, I am,
I'm not used to this newness.
The Thyme Table of when I spent
my days with all those loonies....
makes me look forward to Nap Thyme
out here in the free boonies!
Thyme Was, they called me,
"Dinner Thyme"
To 'Stute's own cafeteria.
But indigestion often came
because of the hysteria.
It's High Thyme that I left that
place!
I'm here for the Thyme Being.
In Good Thyme you might see my face
outside the 'Stute, when fleeing.
From Thyme to Thyme, remember me
when you've had your Thyme Limit.
In No Thyme, you could be here, too!
Grab a flashlight and dim it!
At Night Thyme, when they're all
asleep,
when 'Stute Life Thyme, you tire...
At the Same Thyme, Thyme on Your
Hands,
escape this hot campfire!
(PS: I'm having the Thyme of My
Life! Let me know
your Thyme Table for to breaking
free!)
signed, Justin Thyme aka Leonardo
DaVinci,
Artiste Extraordiniare, recent
escapee.
~~~~~~~~~~
Justin Thyme I’m so happy you’re safe
I’ve heard rumours you’re a
galley-slave
One was really in tears
For your life she did fear
Yes, I speak of your own Miss Behave
~~~~~~~~~~
This really has been Justine Uff
Of Justin Saynity
I know there is a better plan
Than ‘Stute's posterity
I think I'll hide out Justin Kace
I won't get in that van
Disguise myself here Justin Thyme
And not return again.
Wait up my brothers, wait for me
Let's be Justin Cahoots
We'll forge ahead, both far and
near
But not Justin Stitute.
~~~~~~~~~~
Just before all you Justins are flown
Like to read you this note from
Unknown
When you’ve had Justine Uff
Of this so called "free"
stuff
Please return, we will not let you
down
~~~~~~~~~~
Life on the Outside
When I told them I would break
out,
They told me I wasn't too smart.
Guess they were right, cause every
night
I'm hangin' out at the Wal-Mart.
Life on the outside ain't easy.
There's never nothin' to do here.
Ho hum, boredum, all for freedom,
The price is much too steep, I
fear.
So I go here and I go there,
But where am I, really?
I never end up anywhere
I really can be me.
A straitjacket of conformation,
I could never meet the
"norm".
I'm society's affirmation
Of failed reform.
Wal-Mart canned me for being lewd,
And, well, that's when I realized
How much I miss cafeteria food,
Hey, I'm institutionalized.
I'm feigning for a mental shock,
God knows I need the gloom.
Just slam the door and latch that
lock,
I miss my rubber room!
~~~~~~~~~~
I am glad to the ‘Stute you returned
In one piece, slightly red from
sunburn
Hope you’ll make it real soon
To your favourite room
All that rubber! No longer adjourn!
~~~~~~~~~~
I am glad I came on this trip
You gave me a really good time
I love the lunatics from PIP
This epic is beyond all rhymes!
You gave me a really good time
While I sat here list’ning with King
This epic is beyond all rhymes
A story quite astonishing
While I sat here list’ning with King
I thought my heart would burst of
pride
A story quite astonishing
It’s better than the Zone Twilight
I thought my heart would burst of
pride
And not a single word untrue!
It’s better than the Zone Twilight
I’m honoured to be part of you
And not a single word untrue!
This epic is beyond all rhymes
I’m honoured to be part of you
You gave me a really good time
This epic is beyond all rhymes!
I love the lunatics from PIP
You gave me a really good time
I am glad I came on this trip
~~~~~~~~~~
I have listened to stories from you
All of them were most certainly chow
To this Lady's weird mind
Thank you all very kind
Hope some day we will make a new show
Behind this outburst poetically
Are all poets from PIP you can’t see
Who express themselves with
An unusual wit
Playing word games to let their minds
flee
Yes of course we are all very sane
We just love to play lunatic games
Give each other a smile
‘Spite the thousands of miles
And without knowing each other’s name
Does this tale have morality too?
But of course! I will tell it to you
Do you think we’re all nuts?
Sit all day on our butts?
I assure you we have morals too!
You may think: "Too long out in
the sun"
"In the ‘Stute they won’t harm
anyone"
But who needs to be sound
To hear words so profound
"Start each day with a smile and
some fun."
All you Ladies and Gentlemen dear
Let me tell you without any fear
For as long as you smile
Life is more than worth while
For each smile is a memory dear
Without laughter you don’t truly live
You will only receive what you give
Laughter comes from within
It’s the soul’s harlequin
To bring smiles on a face is a gift
Let me leave you with one final tip
My advise to you all here at PIP
Please barge in any time
To enjoy a good rhyme
Think you’ll leave with a smile
‘round your lips
Lady in Red
~Juliet~
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PUUURRRRRRRRR
I am quite honored to have been part
of the cast,
and must say this will stretch the
imagination
even further. Well Done!
Doc
You're all NUTS! That's what I
think....
This is one fine conglomeration
of a bunch
of fruitcakes!
Nice job, Ms. Lady In Bed,
tracking down
all the loonies and making them
write! Plus
you have quite a way with words,
yourself,
y'know? The way you tied the
whole thing
together almost makes me miss my
white
jacket! Sorry I had to duck out,
and it ain't
really funny out here, if you wanna
know
the truth. At least you guys are
still laughing.
JT.
That's me.
There's nothing hilarious you see,
When you're talkin' 'bout insanity.
They paint a pretty pic for you,
Yeah, all toons and artist do.
But when you say you wanna play,
Ha! That's when they lock you away.
There's nothing pretty about white
walls,
Or Cratchets footsteps in the halls.
Or eating food in a strait jacket,
Or being gagged when you wanna make
racket.
They steal your crayons if you're
not looking,
and will never tell you what's in
the cooking...
No, it's hard work I'll have you
know.
This ain't no life for your average
joe.
But once you get to know the
company,
There's no place you'd rather be!!!
Yeah, reality has it's perks, but
shoot,
Nothing holds a candle to the
'Stute!
Thank you dearest Lady in Red,
For a wonderful Epic about
our wonderful home.
the unknown
My daughter dearest cuddle pie
you are the sweetest core of this eye
and the marvellous talent you possess
flies
through my sad longing heart and
forever multiplies.
I don't think I could inspirationally
be any more proud of you,
into my lonely desolate life my
dearest child you most creatively flew
and like a determined spark from a
glowing ember your specialness grows
as your delightful poetry dances with
grace and like a waterfall it everlastingly flows.
Oh Dear, I am overwhelmed by all
these wonderful replies.
*Wiping eyes* Does anybody have a
handkerchief ?
Juliet
Oh m'lady don't you cry
Here's a hanky, wipe your eye
I'm NOT in the tale I read ?
Must be I was Justin Bed
It was a nice story though
Made me sleepy. Can I go ?
Yawn....yawn......ZZZZZzzzzzzzz.....
So many 'Stuters here
Gathered 'round Red's fire
Each telling their 'Stute tale
A feat I admire
Only you my Lady
Could have accomplished such
With womanly wiles
You have the perfect touch
You have worked long and hard
You deserve all our praise
So weep your tears of joy
To wash away the haze
My dear Lady in Red
You bring the 'Stute glory
Thanks for this wondrous tale
This Epic 'Stute Story
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To my Lady in Red... I bow to you
and yours
with gratitude for all your time
and effort.
Well done my queen
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