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A Ripped Blanket Screamed...
"I'm Baack!"
Putin called on a burner, there's a little issue
in a storm water drain,
just south of Munich.
My Russian isn't fluent, it was difficult to decipher.
I heard "balloon" and "ice cream"
militant code words for
"internet"
and "a cold, sweet, creamy dessert" .
I ran to the local drug store, bought a home pregnancy test
just incase.
My neighbor is a sex therapist,
she said this dream means
I need to re-connect with nature.
I've skinned three fish and a carrot
- the result was still pregnant positive
So I've sent a personal letter
to President Ramaphoza,
congratulating him on becoming
the queen
in July.
The local butcher says
the nightmare means I should eat more bacon.
The alarm clock is ringing insistently
I need to get up.
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