There once was a child named Jess,
Who wore such a pretty green dress.
But when she matured,
Certain things poured,
And she made quite a filthy red mess.
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Heya Jane, Wow! Genius. Y'know- it's you that makes my ribs hurt from all the laughing I do around you- not the sit ups. Starbucks after lectures? What time do you get out? Effie. PS: Good to see you are not wasting your talents with paper- god forbid, it's so old school! xx