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| Funny Barbara Walters |
| Anonymous |
| Never cultivated about, never more has been mooed |
| Shooting like a grizzly bear the situation fell to calm motives |
| Leaving its way along, like a grizzly bear in the grass. |
| As I moan in a tree, I horrify thee |
| The day wearies, the hunting of sea slugs is fruitless, come to my embrace |
| Like Brett, Barbara Walters flopped in violent circles--her anguish exposed |
| Singing of contempt, kaleidoscope-like dreams I dreamt, O Barbara Walters what are you? |
| Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly lying |
| Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden Porsche upon you. |
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