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Hive account@mariannewest in #freewrite
Those stalagmites and stalagmites,
Like those medieval men in tights,
They 're dark and dirty, have no rights,
Those stalagmites and stalagmites...
Their spikes as sharp as swards of knights,
They shine like loony bin at night,
They could be red, they could be white,
They could be painful like dogs' bites...
But once you're out the bind,
You don't worry, you're all right,
They're out of sight and out of mind,
Those underground stalagmites...
