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We talked about writing bad bat beat poetry for the bat exclusion over at Laura's, but I never got around to it. I did write a poem today for Leslie to describe my current pitiful state.

Wanna hear it? Here it go!

my stomach, a stockpot
simmering my lunch
bologna.
b is for bad idea.
nothing easy
about my easy mac
add mt. dew
a splash of pepto
gurgle. gurgle.
it's done.
I give to you...
Ass Soup.

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