Eating clams and crabs and dead things, that I found on the ocean floor.
I'll swallow whole, your first born child.
Your litter creates the walls of my home.
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Well,
today I got called into work 3 hours early. So that sucked, as well as it was deader than dead. I then wrote a very small poem called I am an octopus. It has no meaning. But it sounds pretty sweet I thought.
I'm pretty sick of working all the time, and I have about six months of it to go.
I don't have much to say today.
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