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Luna


Oh, so you think you got it bad huh?

Ever heard of that one chick named Luna?

Yea! The one with the broken ulna

What a strange woman she is

She has fingers for toes

And toes for fingers

And not only that, but she’s like Tyler Posey

Her mandible is crooked in all places

Guess the only cool thing about Luna

Is the brain inside that cranium of hers

She’s very creative you know

She can create a statue out of bibs and cribs

But poor girl, she doesn’t even know

That she’s missing a pair of ribs

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