a new tagger came to town
one who couldn’t spell
we laughed at
ROIT
sprayed in six foot high letters on the bridge abutment
we cheered for
RIOT
adorning the side of the abandoned red boxcar
I know, right?
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a new tagger came to town
one who couldn’t spell
we laughed at
ROIT
sprayed in six foot high letters on the bridge abutment
we cheered for
RIOT
adorning the side of the abandoned red boxcar
I know, right?
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Oh, I get it: Go SNARKS!
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Love this.
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Come and play! Click on the badge at the top of the post. I’m certain that they would welcome you there.
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I might; I may.
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I like this a lot. It’s genius!
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I don’t know if I would say that but I’m certainly happy that you did. Thanks.
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