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What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made Amidst this dream theory of some sort Of tasty goods that await me (not bait) Smashed in between two slabs of meat That are thick hands which are said hold the Way to get all we could want or need This absolute promise that it's all worth it Being placed before me only just to see I hold my sandwiched slice of meat With cheese and pickles high And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
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What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made Amidst this dream theory of some sort Of tasty goods that await me (not bait) Smashed in between two slabs of meat That are thick hands which are said hold the Way to get all we could want or need This absolute promise that it's all worth it Being placed before me only just to see I hold my sandwiched slice of meat With cheese and pickles high And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
So take a seat...! Hehe, and it rhymes, too :P I'm sorry it disagrees with tele-vangicals and religious cultists. Will delete immediately. I promise. Sorry to harm ****** eyes with my trash!
alan-s-bailey
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
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