Day 332: Out

Posted on by Phelios Cyros

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John like cookies.

Cookies is for babies.

He ran away out of disappointment.

Nothing hurts like an argument.

Still he ran like a baby.

He reach nothing but a valley.

Where he dwell and old.

And dead and stink and cold.

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