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Jul 2017
Before you go a pondering, on those things that come to pass.
Remember, you're not Alice and this ain't the looking glass.

Now let me tell you something before you go a hittin that lil bottle.
I sure as **** ain't Socrates and you're not Aristotle.

But for you to think that you have discovered something new.
To relish in your narcissistic belief you have a clue?

Well that right there just proves my point, you ain't discovered ****.
Now crawl back up on your mommas lap and get back on that ***.
By reading this poem you (the reader) hereby forfeit any and all rights to bear arms. If you have a pair of bear arms. We request you return them to your nearest armless bear. Honestly, what is wrong with you.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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