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Jul 2013
My son's a cereal killer.
I thought I raised him well.
He started chewing slowly
Now he's chomping like hell.

Froot Loops' his favorite victim.
Frooty Pebbles' a sucker too.
He takes them for a milky swim
Then kills them with a crunchy chew.

If his fave two are in hiding
And he's hungry for a ****,
Tony The Tiger gets a grinding
And Honey Graham takes a spill.

His kills are wet and chilling.
His appetite's mean and insane
Cereality is his calling;
Cereal killing is his game..

~ P
~ For my son, JJ ~
James G Paul Sr aka Pablo
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James G Paul Sr aka Pablo  USA
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