Pimple Popper
Pimple Popper
bats in the attic
cobwebs at night
a refrigerator moment
living without sight
bet full place to granduer
I see thee above the window
for this is my faithful right
challenge to be seen
mark the one willing to explore
all the base with nothing more
bet the days a head
shapen your #2 pencil
everything has a price
a chance at which to roll the dice
tornados
rescue through flame thrower
bask in the bliss of a horrfic mess
my eyes are clearer now
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