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Nov 2014
It happened so quickly, one slip and fall.
Careening through the air i see can see my demise.
I met my watery grave as I heard Death's call.
Ruined and worthless, I say my goodbyes.
I get thrown away soggy and dead,
and I welcome my fate, forever soggy, wet bread.
Note to self: Don't wet your bread.
The Cry Of a Jar of Jelly
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The Cry Of a Jar of Jelly  SeaLand
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