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So this a poem that isn't really a poem. It's just words that pop up into my head.
There once was a woman, she liked to bake,
The women was baking the backwards of "out-take",
Then a man walked over, he was eating rice,
His son right beside him, rolling some dice,
The child played Yahtzee, but instead, he yelled "Nazi!",
So there was a huge panic,
People in the restaurant were frantic,
Running around,
Making a lot of sound,
And suddenly, a person walked in through the front door,
It was a man, he seemed really poor,
He pulled out a gun,
And he shot everyone,
And everyone died.
The End.
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Vestrocity
