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Feb 2014
I never really liked parties,
I can tell you that much, however,
You told me a picnic was in order.
I thought I'd stop by, though I planned on leaving early.
When I got there, everyone plugged their nose.
They all collectively told me that I smell awful.
I got sort of mad.
What a rude way to treat a guest.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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