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Can you believe it? He had 10 thousand men!

Idek know man. Eggs and stuff

On early weekend mornings, let your people crack casings.

On these early mornings, let your people serve pale flesh.

Duke-of-York crusty digits into pools in circle-sockets.

Ignore the socket’s stares: Grand-Old-Duke your digits.

Let your burnt soldiers stomp-soak in flesh-filled floral sockets: mind the splatter.

In the mornings you’ll have your people swoop spoons into soft flesh.

When they ask, tell them to poke, munch, swoop, and slurp.

When they ask, you’ll tell them to slurp and munch the yellow-red. 

On early weekend mornings enjoy your orbs, and when they ask, tell them to ignore the stares and mind the splatter!

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Marion

Enjoyed the nonsense x

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