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Pizza Pie

A Rambling Poem

By Mother Combs (Sharon)Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
Pizza Pie
Photo by Nadya Spetnitskaya on Unsplash

Pizza pie

In the sky

Jesus needs by

To slap that fly

Did you even try

To get high

Or did you just die

To get into my supply

Is your hair dry

Then apply

This gel you buy

Did you see the sky

It looks like an eye

With a sty

Don’t you dare lie

I’ll make you cry

Then, I will deny

That I am a spy

Oh, my my

Just you and I

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Mother Combs (Sharon)

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    Written by Mother Combs (Sharon)