spliced

“earth song. michael blackcunt
song of insecurity. michael nebsworth
sons of your mum’s cunt. Cerberus’ Mother
song of Paul Pickle. Dickens, Run your Master

You, you sit on bigroves
I approach and quickly think
Of something to say about the hay
In Musworth
No more village more gay
Such a humsworth
I sit here licking my plague

Such a humsworth”

Love,
Dr, Owaine Y. Glyndwr, MA, PHD.D

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