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[somethingbeatle]

Kevin wrote me a poem...

you have pouty lips
aand take sassy sips....out of tea cupz.
you don't eat meat
and won't touch feet... with a ten foot pole.
you're kind of short
and okay at sportz... except for shuffelboard.
i think you're room is stinky
and promises are made with pinky... fingers.
you're eyes get ample and full
when big hot boyz are up

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[ghettoleprecaun]

so. good. hahahahahahahhaaaaaaaaa.