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The Beangoose

I am the almighty Beangoose, Jokester to the stars, But more so of a man that would rise and fall. They also call me quizmaster, Though I'm now more of a spellcaster... Reading daily tarot to avoid further disaster. You see, it was the army of the Gliesians, That erupted the fools lack of reason, In what I call the fifth season. This will make sense if you will... By pulling back the veil of the liquid pill, The one that provides an eternal thrill! I didn't ask to be this Beangoose, Finding me with epic stories so loose, Tacking on to my life-long thread like a runaway kaboose! 16-September-2021

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Date: 9/17/2021 4:12:00 PM
Ouch, i felt that. O tragedy. I knew it wouldn't take long.
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