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Uploaded by on Mar 19, 2009

Darkle trunkles the saddest tune
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon.
I'll wail and forrock, hear
borrocks boom, the desolate
crunk of nurkles..

Ah flobble frink
I see you there crink corple,
behind the chair,
sniff jumkles then, see if I care
you're snoffle lumps you
will not share, not one small
flot for me?

(sobbing)

Oh Darkle foobit, wise flobblejobs
that flutter in the breezy breeze,
How I wish I'd grunckled less

for it flooed me to my knees.

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  • I'm glad some empathy remains in the human heart.

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  • I survived this video by gnawing my leg off.

  • I cried, rarely have I heard such emotion and obvious empathy to voganish need.

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  • OH GOD IT BURNS

  • I hope your stomach is strangling your brain,

  • :'^0 ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  • Crap where's my infinite improbability drive?! I gotta get out of here before--*dies*

  • time for a pan galactic gargleblaster after that

  • Beautiful. *Wipes eye*

  • A part of me just died from internal hemorrhaging.

  • NYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

    

  • @MrIlive4metal How was my poetry people?

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