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Dec 2019
Stink, stank, stunk,
Where'd you get that gunk?
In a garbage pile stickin to a little funk,
Stuck inside a rabbits foot
must be gooder luck,
No one ever looks in the dead stuff.

Think, thank, thunk,
Where'd you find that junk?
Deep inside the valleys of the ******* of a skunk,
Hot enough for dinner
if you hit it after lunch,
No one ever loots through the dead stuff.
Written by
FloydBrandon  122/M/Alpha Centauri
(122/M/Alpha Centauri)   
   Carlo C Gomez
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