My Mother,
Calliope Kent,
She is sick,
Amalgamated from French Bread,
Incarnated from the Purest Comfort,
and told,
Not to bother you,
in your room,
When you had Girls Over,
As a Teen,
Calliope,
God that Gave me Breath,
Wheezes...
Kidney's full of
Sand
Land
Devoid of
Horse-Shoe
Crabs,
My Mother,
Calliope Kent,
She is sick,
Amalgamated from French Bread,
Incarnated from the Purest Comfort,
and told,
Not to bother you,
in your room,
When you had Girls Over,
As a Teen,
Calliope,
God that Gave me Breath,
Wheezes...
Kidney's full of
Sand
Land
Devoid of
Horse-Shoe
Crabs,
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