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Mar 2020
I can say flarkle
I can say spleet
I can even embarkle
On magonical deets

Don’t know what I’m on?
Can’t tell what I’ve said?
Haven’t you heard?
It’s only a word

And I can be whoompus
Only when I wumple!
Or else when I foompus
With a bodkin’s kerflumple

Have the senses all gone
From inside of your head?
Don’t be absurd,
It’s only a word

I can say them where I please-
I can say them to your mother
Who gives for right or fair
When behavior’s but a bother?

Are we all done
With defining instead
Of crowding in herds
Of only words?
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BRANDEN B BRANDEN
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BRANDEN B BRANDEN  30/M
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