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I wrote this a week or so ago. I have no idea what it's about.
And it's such a lovely sight!
The accusitional jarrs at my being,
do make me feel alright!
And over the heels and far away,
ye lass has not far to go.
If only my trees were bendable now!
Oh santa claus, what do you show
to the elves
to make them work so hard?
Are they frightened by your giant
failure of a genital region?
Or are they shoutin' TREASON, TREASON at the bee's that aren't in season, because when I like to dust my hair,
I don't find it very pleasin'!
Drag me across the floor, please.
So I can be covered in paint
and splash me with the water I shan't cry out to make
And with this dish, I crucify myself
yes, crucifixtion still exists.
When I see your pregnancy
surely,
I'll faint!
Or else your abortion grows!
Grows all over the floor with the leaking placenta
placental feetal fish fishies like betas but
GIANT and with human heads and feelers! Set your alarm
yeah, I set my alarm
so I'n only pay for a MUTT
Just we dance there,
just we dance there!
Lest leave it alone for the day.
But if I am right,
and I always am,
Elton John and Ellen are GAY.
Everest, Entering, Every, Enmo
Elmo enmo enya! She likes to jog up and down hills to make her breastesses be affected by CHILLS and the nipp
les, they harden! Hardon, you say?
I have one, twice, yes, today, tank you.
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