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Welcome to the house of the insomniac-ee where we bake our poultry by the clock's stroke of three. See you might think it's a metaphor and golly gosh that'd be better, More the chicken locked and kettled, ****** for finger lickin, Plath to stickin', oven stricken' spree.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
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Welcome to the house of the insomniac-ee where we bake our poultry by the clock's stroke of three. See you might think it's a metaphor and golly gosh that'd be better, More the chicken locked and kettled, ****** for finger lickin, Plath to stickin', oven stricken' spree.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
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