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Created on: July 20, 2010
Some people think that I am the way I am
From some sort of drug; perhaps too much spam
Or I'm smoking crystal meth instead of drinking crystal light
Or lighting up a doobie and cursing at the night
Alas I am cleaner than air
And fight off all supposes
Alas my lack of sanity
Stems from my neuroses.
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