Carret.
So profound.
Makes me want to,
Lick the ground.
Carret.
Is a color.
That can't rhyme,
With another.
Carret.
So sour.
I have,
CARRET POWR,
When I use my powr,
I fly,
And what I leave behind is,
CARRET.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Carret.
So profound.
Makes me want to,
Lick the ground.
Carret.
Is a color.
That can't rhyme,
With another.
Carret.
So sour.
I have,
CARRET POWR,
When I use my powr,
I fly,
And what I leave behind is,
CARRET.
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