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Poem for the my hero, Prophet Stiar!
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January 19th 04, 07:50 PM
Nobody You Know
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All The Black Girls Jump And Shout
When Profit Stairs Doth Come about
" OHH" they say " Theres nothing Meaner"
" Than what he wants me to do with his Wiener"
R O F L M A O !
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