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In my closet a poem
In my closet a ghost does hide
I hear it everynight..
it moans and groans..makes such a noise,
it gives me such a fright,
I sometimes hear it call my name
inviting me to hunt,
But from my bed i whisper low..
fuck off you scary cunt!! :D
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my opinion counts dammit
so says my Lord :D
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