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Jun 2018
Just as I am drifting off,
I hear your whining in my ear so soft,
Somewhere in my room, aloft.
Please kindly, *******.
As I write this, the time is 3am (GMT), my sanity is slowly draining. Supplies are running low, they've already taken Ted, I'm next, of that I am sure, if you're rea-
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