Hope flies to me,
Like a poop covered fly
Into my mouth.
It comes to me,
Like rusty magnets to your computer.
Hope is me,
Like Moomoo the Duck
Is Moomoo the Duck, and
The couch who hates farts
Is a couch who hates farts.
We celebrate out freedom today,
Like a frog celebrates killing
The poop covered fly
That eventually flew out of my mouth.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomThese stories are pretty weird. Not scary, just weird. Involving magical potatoes, smelly chalk, AND SO MUCH MORE. You don't have to read it, but I think you might like it.
