Spy Eye-Huts of Age
Published Monday, June 25, 2007 by Frank Sauce | E-mail this post
I spy a blowfly in his own sky without an eye
It is I, he tries we, all for an edgeless boundary
He writes
something about realism is swamp-age, not gas-age
All this and the whole time, I've got a stinky case of gas
that no Beano(TM) could cure
an aftermath of a pure pork protein source
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