Gargle And Spit
-Yawns- Sex Monkey God Commented That I Never Write Happy Poems..
So Im Pulling This One Out Of My Butt Quickly To Prove Him Wrong..
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Magnificant Monarch Butterflies Wove Themselves Through The
Streams Of Sunlight. Their Wings Changing Color As They Drift,
A Spiral Of Floating Fairtales. The Atmosphere Of The Giant Cavarn
Changes, The Dreams Portraied On The Wings Of The Tiny Creatues,
Making You Want To Scream In Joy, Kick Up Your Heals, And Dance.
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Boo Ya!