AshtrayA Poem by TrobeWalking in New York I saw an ashtray Simple and plain And mostly gray I got an idea It stuck out in my mind The name for this object Was a brilliant find It's a tray that holds ash Standing there in Manhattan But it's also a trash If you translate from Pig-Latin
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Added on November 20, 2016 Last Updated on November 20, 2016 |