A Dream of Strange Admist
I was walking
And saw a pile of Buffalo wings
For some reason it was under a swing
But I swear I've seen stranger things
But some one was there
It kinda looks like Othello
Maybe he's there to stare
So I end up just saying hello
Am I dreaming
Or maybe just overthinking
Might need to sit on the swing
But don't worry I swear I've seen stranger things
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