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| It Made No Sense |
| By: Jeff Hardy |
| It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low...the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few.....of our friends. It was like a condom... That was made out of stone. A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old. Like crows it was... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was... It made no sense. |