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Louder whispers whistle by

thistle pie, crystal tie

B.Y.O.B., F.Y.I., T.M.I., F.B.
I See.

A fickle tickle prickle 

YELL hears me

beers three.

I did: not, knot, gnot, now, know, and–



I can’t not misunknow

Miss You-Know

mission yew F owe me

(him, actually)


Three pleas, knee nears

greasy beers, cheesy fears

uneasy tears.




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