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Things can only get butter

walking through a book spine

But all thought shattered - was a nutter.

doing his best not to slip through the pages

what. whyd you write that?

All have homes, but few a hat

The Kaiser would say "Aus"

There may be a question upon all of that!

A tralia would say bus

A stark notation of this bleak wandering

My penis is named Gus

A bookmark for Dewey

I want to ride the short bus

False spoken, said that these lines were hoo-ee.

When all folk fall on the shit stuffs

Say call for the pigeons if you wanna coo.

Homophobics a drag

I have been led astray

Stark naked with flesh radiant

But what is there left to say?

Aturn this awful gradient

There is no more

With spoken awful sadian...

she was a whore

mouthing unutterable awe

But she held the floor

Yes, we do live in a wonderful world

Your mom is a horse.

But Kilroy was not.

Yes, he was not, because he fought.

What a wonderful new force.

And yet he was cought.

Bla bloo bla.

Cough cough he coughth; twas the cough

I'm relatively pleased with myself as well

He couldn't get off

Still there were boxes in the loft

I like cheese.

Fredrick ate the sperm whale

For those who those and am alone

A sheer bucket of sense would pale

Long the rolling waves have tossed our hair

So she could go retrieve the mail

Breathing was difficult in this touch of life

Troubling task without legs

Having big testicles will help you get a wife

MY PENIS HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drinking diarrhea is the meaning of life

See a doctor, dear mortal.

And then he said NO! to his wife.

Incapable to sort all.

But she kept saying yes, like a shrew

Omnipotently stupid

and all i could do was bid her adieu

I was I just admit

And never redress, well maybe a few...

And so, I threw a fit

I do like to take a big poo

Tiny little spider, riding on a tiger

Big Anime Tiddes

jump, little one

My boyfriend said this

And I did again

to me while we turned fingers into bleach

I couldn't explain

Hallowed as th eold witch

why, just why

He sighed and hiked up his britches

The plain is sand, as which it lie

pausing to wipe on the curtain

beyond this we do not know

The cat who was there, was uncertain.

But someone all at once delighted in the know

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Thanks to James, , PesciKids!!!, Yroch Ivv, joe, Badscantionite, term, Dabutton, James Poe, SHizbad, Katherine, Shaggy, My name is Ranfold, Bob, Jeff Dunn, Hankie Froward, dl, Caligula, Spaniel in the Barks, A man called Mercy, Keanu, Harry Bellanostro, hanno, Elenitop, WDIB?, Anne, Sydney, Passel, Anonymouse, Criselda, Garybuttsexpirate, Garybuttsexpiratesalad, Flick, Barry B. Benson, round man, Ham, LCD Word System., R.W., Lara22, Crea, MY PENIS HURTS!, Dr. Diarrhea, Chad, Mefolks, claire, Audrey, YourName, Madi, Unobtanium, Chui, sarah, essa, Larry T., Lee, evan, chantreuse, Bob Spinky, david Koresh, YNH, BTG, and JimmiXzSq for helping to write this poem.
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