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Dinners are quiet, we sometimes speak In our heads, 2 MMA fighters circling Looking for a knockout punch Pass the salt, please Laughter’s a runaway Been missing for a year or two Never filed a report Needs pepper, doncha think? We shadow box through the house Oops excuse me, that was close Then retire to our corners Facebook and Instagram, y’know Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Pass the salt
Dinners are quiet, we sometimes speak In our heads, 2 MMA fighters circling Looking for a knockout punch Pass the salt, please Laughter’s a runaway Been missing for a year or two Never filed a report Needs pepper, doncha think? We shadow box through the house Oops excuse me, that was close Then retire to our corners Facebook and Instagram, y’know Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
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