Pantry tale
I heard my pantry swinging open last night around two-Goddamnit, I thought I shut her in last time with crazy glue
I hopped out of my crib and then I grabbed myself an axe
And split that damn reflection quite well near into half.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 10:50
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