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Today comes alacrity aloof My face is sagging now, should I cut it or let loose, These amorphous little greys on my front structure Are out of control They dip in my soup They sit in my bowl And I am wondering, Why am I getting skinnier" My beard eats all my food And the beard defecate's it back out Through my armpits.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Armpit droppings
Today comes alacrity aloof My face is sagging now, should I cut it or let loose, These amorphous little greys on my front structure Are out of control They dip in my soup They sit in my bowl And I am wondering, Why am I getting skinnier" My beard eats all my food And the beard defecate's it back out Through my armpits.
bill-murray
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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