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Distress calls are a Venus flytrap Don’t come flying to the rescue Or your wings will be Its 4 o’clock snack Can’t seem to shut its flap Ever hungry for more Always empty at the core Traveler beware; Heed not that mayday; Move on and pay no care!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
To The Rescue
Distress calls are a Venus flytrap Don’t come flying to the rescue Or your wings will be Its 4 o’clock snack Can’t seem to shut its flap Ever hungry for more Always empty at the core Traveler beware; Heed not that mayday; Move on and pay no care!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
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