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pre-post-modern day Barbara dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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this dog has a hoole, this dog
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has a hoole, Barbara dog, you
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really don't care
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for a regular galaxy,
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hey, you have three extra
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hooles for each time you
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probably breathe a breath or sumpin
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baraba dog, you have an
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APPOINTMENT TODAY FOR YOUR
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LACKLUSTER, YOUR GALAXY DENIAL!
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YOU MOTHER FUCKERRRRR!!
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(JUST KIDDING) YOU HAVE AN
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APPOINTMENT INSTEAD
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FOR YOUR FUCKING HOOLES!!"
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AND BARBARA DOG SAYS OKAY
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FOR IT, WHILE I, A MAN,
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I SIT HERE HERE WITH MY PIPE
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AND MOUSTACHE MEETING
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ON MY LIP reading a sometime story
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in this random book
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with a frog and a toad.
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barbara dog comes in through the whindow
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and kills me dead.
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my head rolls >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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by the way, i am also a dog. there is a road stretching up ahead
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i am standing solo beside my head which doesnt count
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and it says up to me:
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"i think i loved you better before
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when cum-shots and ladies were laid upon each
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other so they became one and the
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same,
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laid on the grass, and humpred;.
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there is i see a forest and a fire
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rabbits running
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bambi on high ground.
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i need to love you better again."
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and i kickred my head
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and it rolled away with myeyes and my cheeks.
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CHECK OUT!!OH i'm in the sky quickly passing doves
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the big blue overhead is swallowing my body
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and i have enterered into the afterlife, damn you Barbara dog--
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i have become the Super Surgeon in the sky!
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god damn you.
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8 Mar 07

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Barbie meet Ken hoooolllles
 — unknown

this has a nice touch, common kind of language bent helix by the round of the townd, and what you're offering is a hundred times better than, 'on the day my poodle graduated from school' and i've got to admire that, and your formatting, which is raw enough in the caps to work like sag-down red boxers to the old ladies of p.c. netinsky, they are so proper when caught on their knees in the head. why does crap like this get written? cause it's not crap, it's a song and anyone who can't hear it and doesn't want to sing with it isn't a poet and has no business hawking on this at all.
 — joey

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