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I'm commanding a komodo. --Lord of the Dragonflies. I'm scraping my belly against an utter like sky. -So close you can fang the rainbow. My enemies look like kangaroos equipped with brass knuckles. -USELESS- But they don't know this. So they keep swinging, thinking, "Please! Let just one hit." Little do they know, you can't hold a candle to a ghost. **** and I'm up in smoke. I'm fishing in a fissure. Fighting off the seizures. Flinging my gorilla mitts at them cowardly lizards like look, this is my tower.
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Food on a Plate
I'm commanding a komodo. --Lord of the Dragonflies. I'm scraping my belly against an utter like sky. -So close you can fang the rainbow. My enemies look like kangaroos equipped with brass knuckles. -USELESS- But they don't know this. So they keep swinging, thinking, "Please! Let just one hit." Little do they know, you can't hold a candle to a ghost. **** and I'm up in smoke. I'm fishing in a fissure. Fighting off the seizures. Flinging my gorilla mitts at them cowardly lizards like look, this is my tower.
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
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