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Showing posts with label flapjacks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flapjacks. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Poor Little Scooter

Through whistling flapjacks of skin in the wind,
I witnessed the atmosphere's gasses soar through her.
Bewildered I sat, and behind batting lashes burned
A Brave, beastly lady boasting girth of a bear.

Had I been in congress, a new law would be passed.
Riders would no longer ride rides
Which weighed less than they...




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