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silly summer


i wake up and eat ice cream

suddenly i rise with scream

there was a nasty booger inside

then i went out in the yard

to try some sun tart

there was a sharp thing

that meet with my feet

i went back in the house

all pain and a frown

i sit on the my bed 

i grab my tab

there was a crab

now that all burned my holiday

now its time to go in farm hay

its time to organize my day

now its end of holiday

time to catch the prey 

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