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to drive those cars around
my thirty-five eyelander killstreak ended by a bike
my admin abooze when I got my powers
Ah well thanks for the fun
Do I miss it? Sure I do
But I'm not sure if I'll come back to team fortress two
In any case I owe you guys one
So once again
Thanks for the fun
And sorry for being a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to some people
It was a good run
you guys were much fun
I would write a poem
but I'm not using chrome
Oh wait I just did
not like anyone will read
I guess I'm just wasting time
Wonder what rhymes with time
Thank you for the letting me know
that Jesus built my hot rod
Has lyrics but the guy sounds like a murkrow
I guess I'm just a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nostalgiac sod
Ah well why should I continue
All I'm trying to do is necro
A group that's just residue anew nebby say pew
The more I think the more I sound like a wacko
Ah whatever I'm not a poet
I don't really make words flow the just sound like they're
being towed by a truck who's driver is a cuck
like Doris the Florist who's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ the janitor
in the broom closet sound covered by the eighteen wheeler out side going vroom vroom