Your dirt under my feet
And so is your big lap
Lion named Mike S.
As long as he lives with you

Why don't you both learn
You are losers
Who do nothing
But hurt the woman

Who writes words
Instead of crying tears
Grow up
You old hag woman

Step up you fake man
In sports you have to play
And M and M is not the game
With that Hunt Court you lose!

8/11/2005 2234 cj

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