Too many injuries
To count.
Two days ago,
I lost my
Eye.
Kernels pop,
Colonels hop to get the popcorn.
Dessert is served; the
Desert makes
Ice-cream taste great.
I scream silently when I realize
They're gone, they've gone too deep.
Their souls swim in darkness.
There, deep in the dark, Martin may never reach Nemo...
Stupid Dory.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Too many injuries
To count.
Two days ago,
I lost my
Eye.
Kernels pop,
Colonels hop to get the popcorn.
Dessert is served; the
Desert makes
Ice-cream taste great.
I scream silently when I realize
They're gone, they've gone too deep.
Their souls swim in darkness.
There, deep in the dark, Martin may never reach Nemo...
Stupid Dory.
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