A Possible Richard Retort
hey
i just
came
to play
no need
for such
words
you
are a ninety
nine pound
for pound
weakling
throwing
beach sand
and urine
scented litter
in other's
eyes but
i'm better
than that
jeff stop
dogging
my
cat
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