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[whatswrongpsb]

Butterflies float in your particulars,
there are no others,
recognize the disease upon your whimsical ladder overhead
intense repulsion of sound through blue routifers
is implicicicable to the clotter
rubber letter heads in seas of shining armor upon your vest

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[ex_wakingash96]

ooo la la

[myday2day]

another one of your works?
keep writing man!
Im loving this shiz...

[lstinthecrwd]

Peter...stop making up words to make us feel stupid...BUT, in repsonse, I shall just write another poem. *cracks fingers*

Birthday Suit
It was a pulchritudinous evening,
With the ocean waters shimmering,
And as I watched the waters swimming,
I saw Peter skinny dipping.

So I started doing some thinking,
Could it have been that much shrinking?
Or has he just not started maturing?
Possibly a childhood accident leaving him screaming?

So I figured that there’s only one way,
To solve this puzzle that's thrown my thoughts astray,
So I grabbed my spectacles, as some of you say,
And started staring at the kid swimming in the bay.

And to my surprise, it was not Peter at all,
Rather a girl without a single ball,
I guess it’s hard to make a call,
When Peter's genitals are so small.

Wow, that was def. much better than the first. And of course, this was all fiction. I couldn't find many words that rhymed with giant penis, sorry.

[whatswrongpsb]

haha ur funny.
impressive, try and get that published

[tearstainedbed]

yessss, publishhhhed