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Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip, put up their tent and fall asleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes his faithful friend.
"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
Watson replies, "I see millions of stars."
"What does that tell you?"
Watson ponders for a minute.
"Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Pisces. Timewise, it appears to be approximately a quater past three. Theologically, it's evidence the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Why, what does it tell you?"
Holmes is silent for a moment, and then speaks.
"Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent!"

"Dear white fella,

Coupla things you should know.
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I black

And you white fella,

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
When you die, you grey

And you calling me coloured?"

-POEM BY AN AFRICAN MAN-

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme.

I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it that you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

Not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.