lunch
shortly sleeved shortly
doomed to arm the air's
shortly complex crawling
out the window's flab
nod you thought you shortly
nattered at the sweaty
wall no pants the choc
o late scrawled inside
yr shorts ah bag of
chips you sat upon !
a lightbulb giggles
beneath the chair
Have a cup ,Mr. Frog
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