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But “my goose is cooked” is a bad thing isn’t it?
The pickle? All around me.
The pooch? Fucked. My horses? Held.
My own grave? Dug.
The bridge? Crossed AND burnt.
Cats herded. Rodeo, my 1000th.
It’s the first order of business.
Hotel? Trivawent.
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But “my goose is cooked” is a bad thing isn’t it?
The pickle? All around me.
The pooch? Fucked.
My horses? Held.
My own grave? Dug.
The bridge? Crossed AND burnt.
Cats herded. Rodeo, my 1000th.
It’s the first order of business.
Hotel? Trivawent.