phthalo blue:
We're bonin' on the dark blocks / Wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock
She left her duties guarding the cola vendor and brushed past Earl to the aisle with the creamed corn.
Welcome, ye wild plains Unbroken by the plough, undelved by hand Of patient rustic; where for lowing herds, And for the music of the bleating flocks, Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad note, Deepening in distance.
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