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Jul 2014
Fly man cried for
a big glowing squirrel ran
around
his fat farm
ball.
He ate
my magic
joy
frog.

He blames me;
the milk
was spoiled
before
I
knew
the carpenter's dream
or
the fist
of
darkest
unspoken
desire.
Don't date narcissists and don't **** with my magic joy frog.
AuntieBelle
Written by
AuntieBelle  Tacoma, WA
(Tacoma, WA)   
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