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Cultus Decorum
The bladder alarm rings, it’s time to go
No platted legs will dam this river flow
Locate the door, and start to walk
This is when we cease to talk
Brace yourself, we are going in
Assume bland face, we must not grin
Place hand on wood and push the door
And hope no one’s pissed on the floor
Cabin or trough, that is the choice
Are you man or mouse? begs your inner...
Monday 20th May 2019 7:44 pm
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