my poem
you cant make me eat that
u cant make me eat that ots slimy,and goggy,and yuckly and ucky its gresse and guely it look like u mad it from maggots and mud some chop hipptoumis bugs heads and blood.
i hate i hate i hate it bits just thinking about i givin me fits one taste and i certly i instly die u cant make me eat that so dont even try blaugh smile razz
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