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Post by D.J Cat on Jul 14, 2006 23:30:16 GMT 10
This is a piece of poetry I did for English. Flying Duck Flying Duck, Flying Duck He doesn’t give a puck Swallowed a shiny pill Which made him quite ill
Now he is unwell Sick, sore, spewing, it is hell That Flying Duck Now he gives a puck
He sees his friend, Yoshi Who performs autopsies He looks at the sick one And pulls out a gun
One walked away that day With blood all over his toupee Now he no longer can give a puck Flying Duck
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