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He Swears He Is Thirtween

HE SWEARS HE IS THIRTWEEN My worst enemy is a m*****r f*****g fool He’d get killed in a one man duel He’s thinks he’s coming but he’s really going Yet he keeps the Jack with a beer back flowing He wakes up at dawn and swears it’s the night He knows wrong, but has no idea about right He’s a subversive I’d like to submerse in the sea He’s so ignorant he pays for things that are given away for free This man’s I.Q. is equal to the temperature in his room And he doesn’t recognize the difference between delight and doom How this fool makes it from day to day I really can’t say I only know that somehow he gets through every day The man is ignorant and does the stupidest things I’ve ever seen And from what I understand it’s been like that since he turned thirteen The moron really doesn’t recognize the difference between a bull and a bee Oh, and one more thing………….. that moron is me © 2011.…. Phreepoetree~free cee!~

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Date: 9/8/2011 3:58:00 PM
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