Friday, November 02, 2007

Hwang Ho

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And one day the blue floss emptied itself
Into a yellow river that flowed mighty and proud.


The blue will live only in the blues
Of the mighty Hwang and the tramp
Who stood watching on the bank the day the blue died.


The river of sorrow has its booty of blues.
But the tramp won't tell no one.

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