She takes me for a clown..the woman I love takes me for a clown... She calls in the morning.. Not to check on me but to have a taste of the company laugh o gram......she texts only when she has a rough day...coz she is sure that I'm gonna tickle her laugh buds...she hangs around me not because she care...but because she just can't get bored..... I presume she pictures me In a goofy costume and a red pointy nose.....she likes to call coz she just can't seem to have enough of my unending jokes.....she puts me far from jocks...but she has a poor eye sight coz...she never sees my signs....she loves to laugh...she is a laugh addict...she pictures me as a laugh dealer...and every time she expects....even now she is expecting a laugh ride....she sees me as a clown....and not the type to where the crown...She likes to flip me like the some text pages....she believes I will cheer her up...when she is moody...she lies down and tell me baby crack me up....I want to get to her heart and not her head....but she seems to never take me serious....and everything I do just makes her more felicitous.... She see me as goofy and Minnie and Micky...she makes me pretend to be spongebob or Patrick....she makes me want more of her...like Eugene crabs wants more money..... But she sees me as a clown
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