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Clash Of Cliché: The Nonsensible Murmurings Of Monstradumbus

(For the few, the proud, the insane)

What the hay? know what I mean? while it’s today,
use the ol’ bean
any way you slice it, gotta be da bomb, no dice, what took so long?
you're crowding my space, get outta my face, pick up the pace,
it’s not a race
where are we, anyway? enough said, full of dread,
cross me you’re dead, dime a dozen, kissin cousins

Muddied up the water, you’ve been bought, cant' get enough, called yer bluff
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Friday, April 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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