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Mar 2013
Oh **** I lost it a gain
Time to spend a good forty five minutes looking for something I had a second ago.

This *****,
Oh Shucks,
I stepped on a thumb tack, grabbed my foot in pain and fell on my back, Now I hear a crack.

This is so whack,
maybe I left it in my back pack,
Today is jack, I need to bounce back, and get on track.

Did I leave it by my stack of magazines,
I wish I could put some vaseline in my memories so the answer would slip out,
my mind is in a drought,
Im not even in route,
Im loosing this bout,
Beginning to doubt I ever knew where my phone was.

Im tearing my room apart,
take a brake to ****,
That wasn’t so smart,
Now my room smells,
Hells Bells,
My nose feels like it swells.

Give the bottle of Febreze a good squeeze,
Start to wheeze,
I shouldn't have cut the cheese.
Written by
Tyler Mitchell
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   ---, ---, Sydney Victoria, ---, R and 1 other
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