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Nov 2016
My mommy has a black gun that she keeps in her black bag.
she has it to protect us she tells us with a drag.
Some times she takes it off and puts it on a high shelf.
A place where a little person can't reach it a person like my self.
Like Dorthy the only time she leaves it alone is when shes taking her bath.
And sometimes I think "maybe i'll take it" while she thinks thatΒ Β i'm doing my math.
I'll introduce it to my temple and then i'll release it's wrath.
Madeline Clow
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Madeline Clow
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