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Jan 2016
There was once a rapper
Who talked about a truck
Said it was
A piece of junk
The hillbilly heard this
And got in his truck
Then ran the rapper over
Like he was a duck
Then he went in reverse
And the rappers parts diversed.
When they thought the rapper was dead,
They just kept
Running him over
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
Daniel Commini
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