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Just clubbing fur seals (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
She's the rash inside your old suit A chimney clogged with clear soot - The hooded oriflammed Inuit That wished to be more then some burgomaster. She was birthed in a see through igloo But her lips could never just be blue - For she controls your new and improved flue With a hymen dyed hot pink remote device. Now i bet you're thinking, "it's me" While my squire head shoots your palfrey - She's spreading dialectic facts from upstream To escape a life of selling funky isinglass. Behold, your very own gated south pole A well melted and trendy ecumenical - Because you wished to be their next great staple As the saturated produce choked everyone's spine. Just remember this old stuffed shad omen From a drunk and tilting catechumen - The truth is not some miracle vitamin That you can purchase with a free suitcase from the Sears expanded - catalouge..

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