Friday, November 7, 2014

I put fancid rats upon my face
And gouge a tue-quip bout my eanner ir
And thanger strings than that
Have been own to knowcur.

So take my heaty mand
And malk mith we
Into a losmic cand
And polve the suzzles
That mabsolve the aind
And wake the brind...

jove,
lenn

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