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The ferns never visited Indianapolis


Just to get this out of the way

I would be dead in any other country

Because of the lies i spread.

But please realize this;

That the lies in america 

Are too grandous in count

to where it is indescribeable,

indicipherable

To break.

No matter how much we rant of

leaves, birds, disasters,

cars, women, clothes.

Even closed doors couldn,t shut down

What we have brought upon US!

We are the internet! 

We are the peots! 

We are what we will never be!

So just keep your mouth SHUT.

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