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Monkey Cheese By: ME! |
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The Flamingo By: Me!! |
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Monkey cheese is nice to eat. With a side of a green beat. So if you're hungry on a date- Just ask for this lovely plate. And if you do, be sure to hare, 'cuz when you share monkey cheese, it shows you really care!!
Monkey cheese is a yummy food. Not to eat it would simply be rude. So if your guest is starving a fit, tell them to eat monkey cheese or to eat $#!) !! If you do this, be sure to be nice... Or what you'll end up with instead is rice! |
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I fed the flamingo but then it bit my toe. I shot my flamingo and bit his toe. |
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Brandon By: Me & Ember |
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Brandon is a weirdo, some call him a queirdo. Brandon is obsessed with Sara and already frenched Kara. Brandon needs Amanda hug + kiss... got to go, I sat in Brandon's piss. |
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Pollution By: Me! Published in three books! |
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A Butterfly's View By: Me! in memory of the holocaust |
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Pollution ruins nature, and you know that, I'm sure. But what I don't understand is how you can live on polluted land, without a worry, without a care. And listen, this is what gives me a scare, pretty soon we won't be able to live on the land that God did give. So throw your trash away so the human race can stay. |
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I used to fly around and hardly hear a sound. Now there's a bunch of people and buildings around a steeple.
The Germans moved them here, where they cannot be queer. Why, I do not know, is there so much sorrow?
I heard the Germans curse, curse the Jews in every verse. So I flew far away, and I'll come back no other day. |
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The Holocaust By: Me Also in memory of the holocaust. |
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I'm living in a ghetto in a house with no one I know. People are killed everyday. They are gased, so some say.
There's a lot of people coming here, and a lot of people leaving here. I wish I was a butterfly so I could leave and not watch my people die. |
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Untitled By: Me When I was rather depressed...can't ya tell |
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They make it so easy, don't you see. Not many ways to help but more to be free
Hold up your wrist, and grab a knife. Then take a slice and end your life.
A way that is quite quick: hold up a gun, to your head pull the trigger and now your dead.
To die a slow death, you can use a rope. Tie a knot and hang yourself for when there is no hope.
Or just collect and stash all kinds of pills. Take them all at once and then you'll have no more ills.
So many ways to end your life, not enough lives to try each one. But pick a me4thod, any one and your deed will surely be done.
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Untitled By: Me |
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Laughing with the stars on a warm summer's night while the flowers blossom with all their might.
Singing with the wind on a cool winter's eve while the snowflakes gently fall, from leaf to leaf. |
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The Cow By: Joey Dedicated to Kara...hehe |
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I see a cow walk, her butt jiggles like jello. Her name is Kara, she is embarassing to have on a farm. |
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