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Olive And Edie

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Rhomper. Stomper. Domper.

I think you smoke alittle too much?
i wake up... your baked.
i come home from school your in the same postion i left you in..... baked.
i go for a run and come home and your.... baked.
i cook dinner bring it to you... baked.
i drag myself to bed and your... baked.
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