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Jun. 6th, 2005 @ 12:21 pm (no subject)
Jeff's breakfast always had two scoops
Of what wasn't raisins, but poops
From his pet mice.
A cereal killer's device
To liven up his Fruit Loops.
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From:eastcoastmama
Date:June 6th, 2005 04:42 pm (UTC)
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Gross.