i am going to be a poet...i know it
~i love my stop sign
i go visit my man
he's planted quite firm
don't worry about his pinpin'
cuz he's planted quite firm
why do i love him?
All red and 8sided
because he is thin
and not narrowminded
~anchovies
....an unrhyming poem of their turmoil
sitting in your juices
what will come of tomorrow?
shall you wait on a pizza
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