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teacup of sunshine
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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: curator of the WTFbus museum
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May 4th, 2009, 06:28 AM
In 7th grade we had to write our own "epitaph".
Never should've touched it
Should've left it in the dip
Never should've looked twice
At that green potato chip.
It sat there so temptingly
It didn't look that bad;
And when I thought about it
All alone, it seemed so sad.
Never thought it'd hurt me,
Never thought it'd do me harm.
So I went ahead and tried it.
And that's how I bought the farm.
My writing teachers liked me a lot. My art teachers (almost) all hated me.
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