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Sep 18
One bright morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and ran to save the two dead boys
If you don't believe this lie is true
ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
THIS IS NOT MINE. it was written by palmer proffitt
jasmine
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jasmine  13/F/hell
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