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Deadly Dinner


My dad is cooking dinner tonight 

i'd rather not ask why

everytime I try to look the radish burns my eye

my sister walked into the room and smelt that awful smell

i could not believe what she did when she saw that slimy gel

she threw herself on the floor and screamed 'til she turned red

i'd rather not have dinner tonight 

i think i'll go to bed 

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