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I know U want my wife,
Who does that sound like?
A certain lamb or should I say Dame,
Comic book trippin about the same lane,
Tame as a beast still in the heat,
Swimming around all the meat,
A certain thaw connecting jaws,
A flower Kentucky want St. Louis Big Maw,
A lot of illing about the killer,
When its U that walks in from outside the thriller,
I feel sick and tired of the hood,
None are really up to no good,
Paralyzed by judgment with those above me,
F-16 fighter that still adores feet,
A rubber ducky informed the bucket,
Tray undercover one great Kirby Puckett,
Such a model to hit the throttle,
This Lockheed gate of another bottle,
All is open to what is at hand,
Drank in my cup as they outwit the man,
Can U figure this disappointing trigga,
A parable to this Sunday’s riddle?
