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A toast to an obsoleting post


Ok! So we clashed in town… …and he was looking at me like a clown even with a lot of bold hairy beard I could still see he was bothered with fear; that is weird! Damn! Seriously, damn! You? I mean you are the new? Haha, such a Sense of humor You must have done nothing cos you look more" “Mehn!”, let us find somewhere to take a sip I really deserve some hints, at least a tip What actually made you that rocky And me of all is getting the mockery? It is pathetic, our silly Pursuits of Happiness The games, played, Fooled; thinking I am clueless Welcome, dumb, you Look In fact amazing but Do not be too comfortable... you might soon be descending You took from me a pot of Gold One thing I thought could never be sold I guess I went with spear to an armor fight When I could barely see, where I wore glasses to improve my sight To you, a potential looser, a remarkable Toast For now I am expiring, so cheers to an obsoleting post" I was the favorite toy and now an old Joy" if it gets to your turn, be a man and not an Old Boy*
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