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You wash out the bodies Hang up on a line Pin 'em up so very high And wait for the blood to dry Iron them out Straight as can be Rough, but smooth Not a wrinkle, or crease Grab your knife And cut it up See the results They should be enough Now, fold them up And pack away Lock the doors To keep 'em safe
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Autopsy
You wash out the bodies Hang up on a line Pin 'em up so very high And wait for the blood to dry Iron them out Straight as can be Rough, but smooth Not a wrinkle, or crease Grab your knife And cut it up See the results They should be enough Now, fold them up And pack away Lock the doors To keep 'em safe
I swear I'm crazy. I just compared dead bodies to clothes. shudder
Ruheen
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20/F/Here
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
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