Fault in our pa's

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Giovanni Cosmo Papendrea was a lovely fellow. Some people call him Pa. Me. I call him Pa. Not you. he eat different pasta everynight or should i say PA-sta. you know what i dont even know where this chapter is even going.

im going to write you a poem now

kidney are red maybe?

livers are brown maybe?

my hair is rainbow?

no its not

that is a false statement im dearly sorry.

sam sedusa medusa makes gertrude uncomfortable,

although she cannot phase me im the slightest.

this is a poem by me.

thats whos on poem now.

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