Saturday, April 9, 2011

Halt!

Who goes there?
Are you friend?
Or are you faux?
Are ewe rich?
Oar are you pour?

Eye war a Batman suit
And ass kid pee pill
These quest shins.
My grammar watched me
From a safe diss stance,
Hole ding hour packed lunch.

Wee eight sand witches
And drank Jews.
Then we walked threw
Sum bushes and
I found a cool rock

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