Being in toilet I rove throughout the Earth,
Paris, Chicago, sometimes in the Perth.
Have morsel of macarons and Formento's chocolate,
Then I Enjoy the stadium crowd of the Cricket.
Oh Then gaily o gaily I glide in Glendale
Fussed to look the things sparkled like a jewel in the sun,
Maunder throughout the park having candle,
Staying there for a while sitting on the bench with bun.
Gradually I fall as a breaking petals in the Scotland
And I shoot the telephotos of the nature,
I look a open vast area from the Highland,
Thrilled to pore over the land and the creatures.
Oh abruptly all come down,
Because of my mom's sound.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
Being in toilet I rove throughout the Earth,
Paris, Chicago, sometimes in the Perth.
Have morsel of macarons and Formento's chocolate,
Then I Enjoy the stadium crowd of the Cricket.
Oh Then gaily o gaily I glide in Glendale
Fussed to look the things sparkled like a jewel in the sun,
Maunder throughout the park having candle,
Staying there for a while sitting on the bench with bun.
Gradually I fall as a breaking petals in the Scotland
And I shoot the telephotos of the nature,
I look a open vast area from the Highland,
Thrilled to pore over the land and the creatures.
Oh abruptly all come down,
Because of my mom's sound.
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