ODE TO MR. ATKINSON
Mr. Atkinson, Martin
British peer task
what we did
this Thursday, and
you know what
to I mean.
I understand you tried
Martin
know why you screwed ;
how could you see
in VCF
area where there was not needed. You may
affect the mascletá
you attended at noon
and mother left you
neurons, or maybe it
that you smoked something strange
before the game and you feel bad.
But the truth, Martin
is your brain
bore
impresentable arbitration,
indecent. And thank
Martin
son in the end even if we could tie
whore
luck and playing with one less. Throughout
this, Martin
I will dedicate this ode
with a fervent desire:
"odan you, odan you."
Note: If you read the words in bold, you'll discover a hidden message ..... but do not tell anyone.
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