Do You Copy?
Louder whispers whistle by
thistle pie, crystal tie
B.Y.O.B., F.Y.I., T.M.I., F.B.
I See.
A fickle tickle prickle
YELL hears me
beers three.
I did: not, knot, gnot, now, know, and–
No.
I can’t not misunknow
Miss You-Know
mission yew F owe me
(him, actually)
thirty-three.
Three pleas, knee nears
greasy beers, cheesy fears
uneasy tears.
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