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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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1 comentario:
I don't know what's funnier: the notion that a "pussy" scented air freshener would be available ("Hey, honey, which do you prefer: the Angelina Jolie or the Jennifer Aniston?"), or that there are people who actually want to spread the smell of cat around them.
If you Febreeze'd the crap out of the "pussy" air freshener, who'd win? What smell would you be left with?
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