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Jan 2019
Met a lil goblin, it was cold there was snot
lil man snifflin' wanted gold, "call me Smot" - he said
Must've been sad snifflin with his eyes red
3 years later we tight but it's a sad day
Saw lil man, thought he hit the hay
Poked him once said, "man you okay?"
stomach turning swear I smelt the rot
2 years later and I'm still poking Smot
Written by
James Romano  M/California
(M/California)   
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