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| silentbob | face down on my floor so i cant read its words. the words that got me high, the words that kept me low. i never want to see you again, unless you greet me with a kiss which will reawaken sleeping dogs. dogs that whine and snap and hump the only leg i have left to stand on. | 001202 |
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There once was a man from Rome, Who liked to eat gnomes. He killed one at noon, But 'twas but a loon, And now the forest he roams. |
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