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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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Under no circumstances was I allowed to ever have a woman sleepover. My mother would kick the door in. I understand that now but I never did back then. That's a cool name, your mom's. I hope she heals.