A Poem about a dark Sunday.
One would never think,
That the colour pink,
Could be the missing link,
To the bedroom sink.
The colour black,
The dark wolf pack,
Knowing of the lack,
To the bedroom sink.
Here we are,
We are not far,
My county is polar,
Near the bedroom sink.
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