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Birthdayzzz
I miss my mother's warm and loving hug.
A NICE STORY TO KICK THIS OFF
There once was a morose melonhead,
who sat there all day
and wished he were dead.
But you should be careful
about the things that you wish.
Because the last thing he heard
was a deafening squish.
By Tim Burton
The Melancholy death of the oyster boy & other stories (Short Stories)
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