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Written by /\/\artin \/\/hite
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I gathered my equipment because I know the time is near; I come up with a different plan, each and every year; At dusk I shut my windows and always lock my door; But every Easter Morning the Evidence is on the floor. He used to bring me candy and hide a bunch of eggs; Now he leaves his droppings, I slipped and broke both my legs; It started at the age of eight, in my bare feet; I accidentally left him exlax for his nightly treat. Each year I have a shotgun and try to stay alive; Because he always comes to visit, even at age of forty five. Each year waiting up late, I always fall asleep; That’s when he leaves his presents right at my feet; I know you might be laughing, but this isn’t very funny; Advice to all the kids, do not p*ss off the Easter Bunny! |
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