POEM
You view the world
Through rose-tinted handsoap
In a clear plastic bottle
Pressed up against your eye.
People ask you why.
You sigh, and you reply,
Why, it makes everything pink!
And helps me rid
My fingers of the stink
Of
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POEM
You view the world
Through rose-tinted handsoap
In a clear plastic bottle
Pressed up against your eye.
People ask you why.
You sigh, and you reply,
Why, it makes everything pink!
And helps me rid
My fingers of the stink
Of
