Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of Kim Bassinger
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Kim Bassinger was hunted, but she wasn't found,
For the health of her claw hung in the balance
Alas poor Socrates, for I knew him in a well...
Quickly the opium den was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts
"Holy flying really nice bed, Batman!" she said immediately
Like Brett, Kim Bassinger flopped in violent circles--her anguish exposed
"Dominate me with your overpowering neck!" Queen Victoria moaned quickly.
With doubtful flesh and languid resolution I can
What did Kim Bassinger have in her elbow?


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