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The people come and ask me Why the fingers run so wildly Because they do it quietly Though they were born quite recently They've been doing it for awhile you see Since they run disturbingly The people act out viciously But it's exactly this that we The Dark Blue fingers and I collectively Get along so swimmingly We hate the sight of all you pleebs So let us scratch you in private please
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Dark Blue Reverie
The people come and ask me Why the fingers run so wildly Because they do it quietly Though they were born quite recently They've been doing it for awhile you see Since they run disturbingly The people act out viciously But it's exactly this that we The Dark Blue fingers and I collectively Get along so swimmingly We hate the sight of all you pleebs So let us scratch you in private please
jesse-lapointe
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
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