I don't think too many really read my blog, so I am going to write a random poem to see
my house is blue,
so are my walls,
in my bedroom
that is upstairs,
bath robes are warm,
when they are not cold,
in 98 years I will be old,
chicken soup for the soul,
is offensive to chickens
my mind is blank,
the bad strippa is a skank
tacos are good,
but this poem just now
is the worst I ever wrote
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