| the_worst_poem_of_qwerty_the_pig | ||
| qwerty the pig |
You don’t scare me… With your pouting lips With your outstretched arms With your stick. I have become immune I learned some time ago To look within me for truth. And now all I need from you Is the number Of the surgeon That you used To sew me up Last time. |
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| dvorak the goat |
Having me, who was not made to obtain... your pouting lip which loads the arm where your stick has been attached are expanded. I reached the point where I am immune I learned because of the truth before you, you see for a while among me, yourself. And everything which now I need from you is the number of surgeons who are used for you sewing me with respect to the end. |
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| qwerty the pig | I am shamed by your droll mutation | 040430 |