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Apr 2015
I am meandering to the market
In order to buy gold that is Gouda
If you don’t grasp this I won’t be upset
I will be as peaceful as the Buddha

I go as fast as a running hippo
I am speeding to the dairy section
I pass the man with the funny Zippo
I must go see this dairy selection

Cuando Llegando at the dairy aisle
The Gouda seemed to be calling my name
It appeared like I was walking a mile
All to reach the end of this silly game

The Gouda tasted very angelic
It was priceless like a fancy relic
Rontonio
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Rontonio  United States
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