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Sprawled out on the floor, 
There is a knock at the door.
I get up to see,
Who it might be.
I get to the door and turn the knob.
On the other side is a great big mob. 
They ask for my sister,
I say she's at the doctor,
Because of an infected blister.
Posted: 2009-03-03 23:29:26 UTC
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2009-03-14 05:11:31Tyler Cedric Golden
hmmm very interesting but i am not quite sure i understand the end of it...hmmmm maybe i do i am not sure...but yes good nonetheless...comment me sometime to let me know what this overall means and what you think about some of my poems if you would like! Tyler