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Zebras
Living amongst their kind,
You can't pick one out.
Might as well be blind,
You'll have less doubt.
White with black stripes,
Or the other way round?
Which one is right?
Just left you in a frown.
Running in the tall grass,
Throwing dust behind.
You'll see them run pass,
Leave you in a state of mind.
You can't pick one out.
Might as well be blind,
You'll have less doubt.
White with black stripes,
Or the other way round?
Which one is right?
Just left you in a frown.
Running in the tall grass,
Throwing dust behind.
You'll see them run pass,
Leave you in a state of mind.
Published 22nd Mar 2015
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