that last post was not a poem
it was a real convo i had with a flower.
a petrified flower, that is.
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thave dah wainfowwetht!
i am still young.
miss lucy had a steamboat the steamboat had a bell ding ding miss lucy went to heaven and the steamboat went to hello operator please dial me number nine and if you disconnect me i will chop off your behind the 'frigerator there was a piece of glass miss lucy sat upon it and it went right up her ask me no more questions tell me no more lies the boys are in the bathroom pulling down their flies are in the meadow the bees are in the park the boys and girls are kissing in the D-A-R-K D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark the dark is like a movie the movie's like a show the dark is like a tv show and that is all i know i know my mother i know i know my pa i know i know my sister with the 48-inch 48-inch 48-inch bra bra bra it's bigger than the ocean it's bigger than the sea it's bigger than the fat old lady playing this with me oh operator please dial me number ten and if you disconnect me i will sing this song again-gain-gain.
Cornify!
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