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Crazy Jeanie sat in her house, Crying every night. For she thought she was young And she thought she was fun, But really she was just crazy. When she was a child Her abuse was wild And it messed her up completely Now she is old, And eats too much mold Because her brain is rotten.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
Night Room Pt. 1
Crazy Jeanie sat in her house, Crying every night. For she thought she was young And she thought she was fun, But really she was just crazy. When she was a child Her abuse was wild And it messed her up completely Now she is old, And eats too much mold Because her brain is rotten.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
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