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Bonnie, the beast.

Bonnie the beast,

Bonnie the best,

she’s traveled the east,

she’ll travel the west.

She’s fucking baller,

a creator and chef.

An excellent shot caller,

like my good friend Seth.

You live together,

you feed me meals.

And when we gather,

I get all the feels.

It’s lucky to know you,

but you make your own luck.

And when people cross you,

you don’t give a fuck.

You’ve come so far,

getting strong yet skinnier.

But its just on par,

for Bonnie the winner.

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