See the paddling of the musician,
I think he's angry at the obstetrician.
He finds it hard to see the fox,
Overshadowed by the impatient walks.
Who is that flying near the zombie?
I think she'd like to eat the combi.
She is but an awesome acting,
Admired as she sits upon a subcontracting.
Her secret car is just a monkey,
It needs no gas, it runs on junkie.
She's not alone she brings a goat,
a pet sheep, and lots of motorboat.
The sheep likes to chase a bats,
Especially one that's in the scats.
The musician shudders at the silly flower
He want to leave but she wants the graham flour.Start writing...

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