Group Poetry 1
5/11/19
listen memories of high school flood my senses all the things I should have done and all the things I shouldn't have done eating my veggies, pooper scoopers, my style is propa, noses are bled, keep it between the fence posts, 1 plus 1 is 3 for large values of 1 lightning strikes holy moly "slime is less slimy than Trump", the woman cries I'm peach breathe "may I" she asked "by all means" said the statistician lightning strikes again in the same spot don't read the next line he sharted moistly and lost another sock don't read this line either I nag a billion packages of ramen is like a picnic with more ants than food breathe breathe
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