My shirt is yellow,
and I almost wore striped pants.
I'm glad I didn't.
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The Many Flavours of Five-Seven-Five
ŞiirA never-ending series of haikus with no particular theme or meaning. It's just pages and pages of random nonsense that go on forever and ever and ever and ever... Well, eventually they will.
18.
My shirt is yellow,
and I almost wore striped pants.
I'm glad I didn't.