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    Xanarax

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    There once was an alien named Xanarax
    Who wanted to play the tenor sax
    But the human didn’t care
    She wouldn’t even share.
    So he ate her brain and saved the eyes for snacks.

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    Tags: humour, poem, scifi

    Updated: March 21, 2014

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