Poetry for Freaks!

Lillypad or Pizzaboat? (by Po)
	The savages sit, thinking a lot. How do they leave their crappy rock? They have such dark skin, Nobody likes them, They want to go to America To eat ice cream and collardgreens. They look for resources to build a boat. They have none. Lillypad or Pizzaboat?

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