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The Bunker

I'm building a bunker Deep and down under Away from the crazies Is it any wonder It's come down to this Land of misfits Add it to the list Kentucky fried crisp I buy all my groceries Where nobody knows me I'm in such a hurry It causes a nose bleed Cans of sardines Boston baked beans Astronaut Tang© For when I'm thirsty Take it back to my place Till dark shows its face Then make a bee line With guns, groceries, and mace I shut the trap door Place it all on the floor Plug in my phone Ring me up when it's over

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 9/10/2016 7:37:00 PM
You are well prepared for the coming storm Mike…..hey, is there room for 4 more, plus 3 mutts and 2 cats, lol! Another unique one btw! :)
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Mike Hauser
Date: 9/10/2016 7:37:00 PM
I'll make reservations for you

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