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KKILLINGTHINGS

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He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.


I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.


I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...


Like his MOMMA used to do :D :D :D
 

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