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The molehill got bigger Behind the red crimson barn. Gramp's gun today will have some fun. Shooting away at the furry rat bustard's! Their holes have made my crop's a sickly figure Creating my land into disaster As a creating poet I'll write of the hole digger's As a grandpa, I'll shoot their brain out of their head's. Mole day Today their dead!
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Molehill gunkill
The molehill got bigger Behind the red crimson barn. Gramp's gun today will have some fun. Shooting away at the furry rat bustard's! Their holes have made my crop's a sickly figure Creating my land into disaster As a creating poet I'll write of the hole digger's As a grandpa, I'll shoot their brain out of their head's. Mole day Today their dead!
bill-murray
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
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