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Hold the pickles
And the mustard too
A real time functions 
Having fun with you
She lies in disguise
A gooey ducks prize
A funky ‘ask why’
In a mustard; on rye!
“Busta move…” 
he said;
”...Batters luck!...”
She taps the cat
on her heal at that
with spikes at the base
of her feet…
Hearts are sweet and
heat is the treat
when a honey and a

“wanna touch the ball babe?”

Q.Count! mutant 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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