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His efforts were altogether one big joke, And the punch line was his ego. I could no longer stand this clown, Nor the balloon animal between his legs. Every now and again, I picture myself Stuffing him into a tiny car, And watching it drive over a cliff. ©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
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His efforts were altogether one big joke, And the punch line was his ego. I could no longer stand this clown, Nor the balloon animal between his legs. Every now and again, I picture myself Stuffing him into a tiny car, And watching it drive over a cliff. ©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
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