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Fuck this
Hey diddle diddle!
The skeleton lies next to a broken fiddle
That no longer plays while
Boundless joy jumps over the moon;
It never came back
So the little dog is left to howl for
Company while it slowly gets hungrier.
Muse used to feed it but last night
She got raped by Imagination.
The skeleton lies next to a broken fiddle
That no longer plays while
Boundless joy jumps over the moon;
It never came back
So the little dog is left to howl for
Company while it slowly gets hungrier.
Muse used to feed it but last night
She got raped by Imagination.
Published 10th Jul 2010
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