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Oct 2017
the land of chicken teeth cannot be comprised
of fewer than 666 turtles in a half basket

teeth juice chromosome crustacean
sliding around on the stupid floor lol
give me a pile of french sausages
and i will geronimo to the dang old moon

flabby turtle skins in the basement
basketballs in the roof structure
foundations made of chicken livers on the whole half slice
free bird slicing through the plains of babylon

grand old gorilla grapes
frothing beneath the old turkey wallace
fumes from the farmland
henceforth cometh yon crustacean
Thurtle
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Thurtle  28/Neither/Poot
(28/Neither/Poot)   
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   Ryan Holden
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