WARNING: this poem will make no sense...
Leather jackets,
And tennis rackets!
New books,
And good looks!
Kind words,
And smelly turds!
Polluted air,
And a comfy chair!
Televisions,
And crazy visions!
Gross boys,
And cuddly toys!
WARNING: this poem will make no sense...
Leather jackets,
And tennis rackets!
New books,
And good looks!
Kind words,
And smelly turds!
Polluted air,
And a comfy chair!
Televisions,
And crazy visions!
Gross boys,
And cuddly toys!
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