lima bean cereal!
yum, yum hip-
popotamus (of evil),
Why... do they walk
with the
spoon? Shivers
quick on sunlight:
boomtown gravel.
Why does it box?
Why doesn't it box?
Give it the time for grease,
Romantically receipt.
Amen.
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TA-ta Ta-ta Ta
rickety rickety rick
best present ever
Glad you liked it. It came straight from the heart... Seriously, the original copy of this poem was written in blood... Not my blood though. That'd just be weird.
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