when getting my nose in a book
cured things short of school
it was worth running my eyes
to know I could still keep cool
and deal out the old ringt hook
to dirty dogs twice my size..
later with inch-thinjk specs,
evil was just my lark:
me and my cloak and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark..
the woman I clubbed with sex!!!
I broke them up like meringues...
don't read much now the dude
who lest the girl down before
The hero arrives the chap
who's yellow and keeps the store
seem far familiar.. get stewed
Book are a load of crap...
nor izati
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