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A cheesy little poem I found while my friend and I were talking about visiting each other:
What Was Happening In Your Dream?
We were in Central Park
In the Summer
When they take out those giant kites
and in flying them
we never stopped.
That could be taken in a really dirty way. If this was a fortune cookie you could stick "in bed" at the end and make your entire family laugh while spitting out their Chinese food.
What Was Happening In Your Dream?
We were in Central Park
In the Summer
When they take out those giant kites
and in flying them
we never stopped.
That could be taken in a really dirty way. If this was a fortune cookie you could stick "in bed" at the end and make your entire family laugh while spitting out their Chinese food.