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Created on: November 11, 2009
That man is coming to kill me
he's in a mighty rage
He'll chop my arms and
then my feet
and bloody my suit of beige
He has a mighty chainsaw
he's revving it right now
Why can't he take it outside
and use it on the cow
I'll hide here in this closet
hope he don't smell my scent
until he gets enrolled
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