Unsuspecting

Rating: 2.9

There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind.

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Henry 31 January 2020

Kill me please please kill me

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Fabrizio Frosini 26 December 2015

'' There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, [..] And never suspects it is a rind.'' quick-witted.. :) - In Italian: '' C'è un tipo di mente azzimata Che impomata i suoi pensieri, [..] E mai sospetta d'essere una crosta.''

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Sue Ann Simar 25 July 2008

A gemlike poetry doodle.

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Marcy Jarvis 02 November 2005

The rinds I don't mind. It's their behinds I find are behind.

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