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Post by Ɲoquisi on Mar 14, 2012 21:07:22 GMT -5
Fried, boiled, or crushed, Squished, picked, or mushed, Chosen, grown, or bushed, It doesn't really matter.
Poured, dripped, or steamed, Black, sweet, or creamed, Bitter, salty, or beaned. All drunk by the mad hatter.
Growling, murmurs, or rumbles, Pains, crinkles, or grumbles, Booming, tickles, or mumbles, Probably the latter.
Dreams, hallucinations, or visions, Imaginations, tales, or collisions, In the store or made in the kitchens, I'll start mixing the batter.
Food!
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Poem~
Mar 14, 2012 22:51:16 GMT -5
Post by Thαnαtσs on Mar 14, 2012 22:51:16 GMT -5
Epic ID
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Post by Ɲoquisi on Mar 15, 2012 5:47:03 GMT -5
Thanks. XD I was hungry at the time. Can't you tell?
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Poem~
Mar 15, 2012 16:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Vilkodanto/Elektra on Mar 15, 2012 16:23:19 GMT -5
No. What hints at that?
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Post by Ɲoquisi on Mar 15, 2012 18:07:34 GMT -5
Couldn't be... Nah! XD
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