Another Brick In The Wall

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In White by Robert Frost

A dented spider like a snow drop white

On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth

Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth -

Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? -

Portent in little, assorted death and blight

Like the ingredients of a witches' broth? -

The beady spider, the flower like a froth,

And the moth carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,

The blue prunella every child's delight.

What brought the kindred spider to that height?

(Make we no thesis of the miller's plight.)

What but design of darkness and of night?

Design, design! Do I use the word aright?

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The Hot Guy by Kelsey Walsh

he's wearing white like an angel, 

his lips as sweet as suger,

his eyes as bright as a blue summer sky, 

his face blushing like the setting sun.

his hair as brown as chocolate, 

his skin as soft as velvet,

his touch as smooth as silk, 

his love as firm as a brick wall.

His heart as soft as the clouds, 

his personality as sweet at honey,

his taste like a well picked bunch of grapes, 

he is so hot and perfect

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Confederate White Meat

I have to say - I'm loving the look - but the confederate hat just RUINS it for me.  What do you think?

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