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Wednesday, March 13, 2024

BLOOD SUCKED AND THEN TEA

There was this vampire, he hung down from an oak tree,
Everyone who passed got a little neck bitey,
Blood flowed like a river,
Which made givers quiver,
They would pass out, but would make it to the next day's tea.

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