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T R S
Poems
Oct 2019
Grinder-bread House
I catapulted my ***-crack into a button-hill made of syrup.
Sticking into surges further built a bitter boy.
Gnawing on sugar cane make sure that noise
is only heard by boys who's dads can own ears.
Shearing hairs of boredom stored on the rear
of huge *****,
over dozens of years has finally amassed
a terminal degree of *******-based behavior.
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