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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 3:30:18 GMT -5
Lobster, my robster You took all my daughters You leapt from a tank and to all my prosper You ran with my earnings and my fancy new curtains And now when I sleep your pinchers keep burning the back of my head I now dream in nightmares and pray for my death
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 15:29:16 GMT -5
I have a lobster named Sir Matthias
he approves
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 15:42:47 GMT -5
I have a lobster named Sir Matthias
he approves how dare you bring a lobster into this. This is a poem about a Traumatic experience
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 16:08:17 GMT -5
I have a lobster named Sir Matthias
he approves how dare you bring a lobster into this. This is a poem about a Traumatic experience A traumtic lobster experience, of course.
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