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From continent to continent, and across the universe,

Never would a Paris Hilton pocket be inversed,

And furthermore, her person is the content of a purse,

Contents kept in tables, by a quick accountant cursed,

His pencil has a 'raser who is quickly gaining first,

Till the dust of his mistaking unaccounted for alerts,

Who would take a loan away from such a flesh persona,

Please just leave me Paris be.....oh please leave her alona

Paris Hilton hilted,

Like a diamond hovering,

Summer hasn't wilted yet,

Heaven's diamond ring,

If diamonds in the summer wilt,

They merely turn to squares,

And then return to rarest form,

When weather may repair

O Paris pales in no compare,

She pales in no comparison,

She paints her nails and goes out late,

But waits until her hair is done,

Would she pale beside a peach,

Or turn to darken 'pon a beach,

Her pail would fashion a palace placed,

Far beyond the tidal reach,

If ever she was tannin',

How lucky her companion,

If only a companion's guide,

Could place me proper by her side

Tannin' balm for christmas,

Or simply keep the shade,

Either way the sun is blocked,

And therefore friendship made