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Feb 2014
It was quiet late at night,
And I snuck over to the door, opened it and counted to four.
I ran down the driveway as fast as I could, wishing I didnt have to encounter the hood.
I went to my secret space, and grabbed the green sticky substance from my backpack.
Grabbed a Potato and Carrot and banana for my utensils,
I do not remember the rest of my night,
This is why I love my life
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Poems About Timmy
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