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eat your dinner meats (Free verse) by calliope flecks of cow flesh flit through the undergrowth,
beef we dont need is still beef, indeed.
i wasted my lunch 'cuz i was too full.
i'm glad there are landfills.
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Posted: November 23, 2005 3:59 AM PST; Last modified: November 23, 2005 3:59 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.970199 Overall Rank: 8481 Comments:
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ecargo @ 172.137.66.171
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13-Jan-06/10:12 PM
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"beef we don't need is still beef indeed" nailed it for me.
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