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May 2020
Talk like false teeth.
In the maytag side by side.
The clatter. I arose to yo
St nick. Collapsing next
To prancer. As my dad was.
Getting out a ladder.
The laughter mom exhaled.
Was a feeling hallmark couldn't capture.
Than my dad was ******* his pants.
As his wheel chair rattled off the ladder.
Santa your much fatter.
How you get around.
You silly *******.
While I lost my mind on 12st
And my GPS said this was faster.
It appears.
I've neared and steered.
My bladder. Into a a tantrum.
I **** in hugs when house to house.
Than fire them out at random.
Held Donald's wife for ransom.
And withheld gifts for Charles Manson.
Russell Brandt is pretty naughty
But Harrison Ford is just as bad
And good at being handsome.
Enough about the naughty list
Help me clean my pants up.
I've only got a night.
To give this *******.
To these fake as kids
So miss clause will
Reward me with a *******
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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