Two stiles for the back
Two legs in front
One square for the butt
And there sat your aunt
"But where are the other legs?"
Asked the curious boy
Don't worry, don't worry
The chair was nailed beside a wall
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The Art Of Being Random
PoesiaA collection of poems I wrote that may sound weird. Be wary. They're definitely random. || I DO NOT own any of the IMAGES (except the cover) included here (but the poems came from my mind.) ||
