Gas gas and gas
Mastered gas the devils bathe
The cans rattle as the gas comes
The boy yell and scram as they to not go for a pee
The troops rejoice as the masks are on
But poor old Tommy and bob the dog find peace in heaven
by brad
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really good but a bit more would do 🙁
The words in your poem is good
relay good but type more 🙁