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at least the ones i read in here... written by a sad sad man, who probably is queer.. he thinks its very funny, rhyming words with poo. he thinks hes really clever but he hasnt got a clue... his poems structures basic im copying it now, he really needs his face kicked, and his headstuck up a cow... His name dear friends, is oh so very silly.. His name you know is Mr PSB and he hasnt got a willy. (his boyfreind told me) The END! You're not very nice, you nasty little man I'd love to clobber your face with a big fuckoff frying pan. Im really rather large, and easily annoyed so mind yer own damn bussines... you freaking haemorroid... 'He's lying', says his special friend, 'He's a puny little man, 'Not just in stature, I jest you not, 'I've seen him on the can'. 'It's shrivelled like a frozen worm, 'I do feel rather sorry, 'It isn't round, but rather flat 'Perhaps run over by a lorry.' By now my friends, I bid you farwell, I'm sorry to have been so blunt, But the instigation of this running prose leads me to believe you're a cunt. these poems are crap they are not very good i dont know what ryhmes next so i will just write 'pud'
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