Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Pull The Skin
Pull the skin as a beauty forming grim,
Baths tore apart the skin of a forelimb.
Though labours battle to damn the concert,
Something collects where he lay with discomfort.
Skin is the work of a life to connect,
Controversial agony is to correct;
The currents to greatly wear are spotted,
This skinned animal I saw was guarded.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black