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Pupetz Werdz

                                                        Pupetz Werdz

I dont no wat is rong with me, mi pupet strings ar week. 

no longer does mi bak sit strate nor mi hands moove with my feet.

perhaps it is those longer dayz or those acts they hav me do,

mayb its the trane ride hme or the ink spillt on my shoo.

 i sit heer on mi way bak hom feeling rathhr lo .

mayb its as simpl as mi boredum with the shO.

-Tyred Pupet

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