My Baseball (lyric poem)

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Sitting at the table when he walks in

Sitting at the table asking where he's been

Soon were leaving together soon

On the last day of June

Our hands are together forever

Even though everyone thinks were together whenever


Yes, everyone ships us

Yes, everyone think were plus

Those cheesey girls are always giggling

Those cheesey girles are always wiggling

Only he is the one I want forever

But even our love however

A island where we stay in the summer

He is my little drummer

Yes, everyone ships us

Yes, everyone think were plus

Were we ment to be together

Were we ment to lay down on a feather

I think about him everyday and every hour

Even though I get a little sour

Although he loves me

He is my little bumblebee

Yes, everyone ships us

Yes, everyone think were plus



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