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epic (ture) (by Pseudo Dave)
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As I was driving to Saint Ives
I never met a man with seven wives
but I ran over a cat,
or a dog,
or a
or
options, these days are scarce
I am all today and more tomorrow
hatstand of evolutionary floppy discus
olympic brotherhoood of man bites dog
and all that is, is but a toast
But behold the day shall come
when we are faced with our evils
and all those days of drudgery
and deceit
shall visit upon us 11 fold
even those in small sedans
Power steering (piece)
Bother. Bugger. Darn. Fiddlesticks.
What is the world coming to?
Electric eels and love and doom and half a loaf of milk.
Life is a permanent marker within your trough
Poems art sad that end in bye.
Bye (sickle)
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