.Drain the gourd with a muddy stick
Take the body out, spit the seeds at the land. Add powder for the bomb.
Find a human trinket and explode it with this line
"I'm an arsenal in fact and now your style is mine."
Take a look. What is left?
Mob of tears and ditch of weed.
M.
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