Gaaron’s Peom.
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This is to you, my friend.
Whom I will not name, Gaaron. When I look at your eyes, I feel like I’m eating apple pies. The wind makes your hair flow. The sun makes your lips glow. When I hug your afro, I no longer woe, wo. I’m glad to be in Waterloo Because I am with you. Gaary, did you just fart? Because you just blew me away. You. Yes, you. You are an all star. |