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I'm three years old,         my mummy asks me? "What ya wanna be when ya grow up, "A serial killer mummy, After that she hide the knifes? [Puzzlement] covered my face, now that's a big word for someone who's three, spell check if you want to see..... "Baby you ok? [Puzzlement,] "I know go me. She looked as I did was this look was it somewhat [contagious] "I know I'm three, "Yes mummy I'm a cereal killer. I plunge my spoon in to my breakfast till it seeps milk then when I've finished I bury it. "Bury it, yes in the bin mummy there remains rot and make fertilizer. "My mummy looked relived, But I didn't tell her I bury them in the garden, in the little black bags in the flower bed. Decaying cereal feeding the flowers nourishment.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
What Ya Wanna Be What
I'm three years old,         my mummy asks me? "What ya wanna be when ya grow up, "A serial killer mummy, After that she hide the knifes? [Puzzlement] covered my face, now that's a big word for someone who's three, spell check if you want to see..... "Baby you ok? [Puzzlement,] "I know go me. She looked as I did was this look was it somewhat [contagious] "I know I'm three, "Yes mummy I'm a cereal killer. I plunge my spoon in to my breakfast till it seeps milk then when I've finished I bury it. "Bury it, yes in the bin mummy there remains rot and make fertilizer. "My mummy looked relived, But I didn't tell her I bury them in the garden, in the little black bags in the flower bed. Decaying cereal feeding the flowers nourishment.
I'm three years old, cereal killer
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
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