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Turn around slowly and admire the life that you had, regard it with the highest honour. Turn around slowly and admire the life that you had, now that you are a skewered donner. 23/01/24
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
Sacrificial Lamb
Little Bow Peep Told everyone she had lost her Sheep And didnt know where to "Find them" She had slaughtered them All of them for Chops & Kebab meat And sold the wool to china, Little Bow Peep Told no one of the secret She so secretly did keep, To why the  sheep had gone missing Killing any and all from finding. She was a Chick With A **** And had a fetish obsession of the sheep, She was meant to looking after. Peep Merrily nailed each and Everyone of them, Not Once Not Twice More like half a dozen times, Sometimes cuddled up with Her **** still inside them. So when eating Chops Or Kebeb With chips, if tasting a little salty, Then Little Bow Peep Had slept with that sheep And ********** inside them.
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Killer Rhyme No5