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"yacketa" poems
Pocketa, pocketa Christopher B. Behrens pianist, classical fell on his assical shattered his spine Married his sweetie Recovered completely six kids and two keeties all keep him line Yacketa, yacketa Christopher B. Behrens Loves his Lord Jesus Who loves us and sees us Through thick and through thin Lots sixty pounds of fat Jumpin' Jehosaphat Some might think that proves that he's full of win Ceteris Paribus Christopher B. Behrens Is deeply musical sometimes confusical Plays on guitars To kids at their bedtime He sings "You're my Sunshine" And sometimes at nighttime he smokes a cigar Hexasyllabically Christopher B. Behrens Econ and Business But software's like Christmas And work is like play Deskwise, a Latinist Cat-In-the-Hatinist Vobiscum Dominus Have a nice day.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
chris-behrens
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Pocketa, pocketa Christopher B. Behrens pianist, classical fell on his assical shattered his spine Married his sweetie Recovered completely six kids and two keeties all keep him line Yacketa, yacketa Christopher B. Behrens Loves his Lord Jesus Who loves us and sees us Through thick and through thin Lots sixty pounds of fat Jumpin' Jehosaphat Some might think that proves that he's full of win Ceteris Paribus Christopher B. Behrens Is deeply musical sometimes confusical Plays on guitars To kids at their bedtime He sings "You're my Sunshine" And sometimes at nighttime he smokes a cigar Hexasyllabically Christopher B. Behrens Econ and Business But software's like Christmas And work is like play Deskwise, a Latinist Cat-In-the-Hatinist Vobiscum Dominus Have a nice day.
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