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02-18-2016, 12:18 AM
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The Clown Prince
Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 5,046
Battle Record: 35-45
Champed - Art of Writing League
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Hiatus when winter comes is for those on a sicker slump
business is picking up when I realize that my slippers plush they sick of us but the boredom alone could sick a duck I flick a butt, bury the ashes beneath this wicked dust... allergens give a buzz that cause the senses to conflict, ah, ah, ah... ahchoo I drain all the sauce through my wide open nostril you want a lick its gonna cost you a chicken wing & pustule I freakin love you like the freak who loves you in Easter huddles pleased to touch you, waiting for the cracker/cheese tray to come through thanks, you bum you, master of the face to floor kung fu... what did they discuss through telepathic rays of gumshoes I used to spray like skunks do, put my brain above you... my taste was subtle, sandwiches, chips, & cakes a bundle what a wasteful struggle.....hey.....cookie crumble
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