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Dec 2020
.My dad taught me 'bout
the monsters
That roam the depths of your head
Sometimes they'll make you real sad or
Or real real mad, or real real jealous


My father's married to a shape shifting monster
Who can sometimes take the form
Of a really really really nice woman
And although it seems super ******* frightening
Sometimes this scary monster makes
A really really great vanilla pudding
Written by
jay  15/F/cali
(15/F/cali)   
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