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Veggie Blunt
My babies loved the cats
Through the ages of the naps
In the pages
In the clasp
On the floor
Atop a mat
I pull it out
and flip a bat
-let a lover free the band
So I may rebuttal
and unleash some wrath...
Because just one tap on the blacks
leads a lover to the back
Just like one Cambridge man of the past-
holds a drink
and chats your gas
-shoots your lore
back at the boss
holds your cross with MS DOS
Dances slow
Without a flirt
Dances slow
and acts the jerk
Wounds the birds
with sailing lurch
Corrodes the curbs
with wheeling verse
(...) Feeling verve
eats the skirts
While doing peddles
and bronzing metals
Mutating meadows
while racing against yellows
Seasons those fellows
pollinating in the bellows
of an R1 while you're having so much fun
Being a beast while you're facing the gun
In the rip of time between going home and burning the buns
Focusing on the fever that got you your lump some
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