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Noone is perfect

I don't know why that's so hard to understand

I am quite anxious to know my verdict

For I want to be in a band

 

Music is what I like

I even sing in while on my bike

I know this is a bunch of rhyming put in one

Sometimes my cat feels like a ton

 

This day has come to an end

I glance out my window

I see the horse has finally been penned

I was playing a game and soon ran out of ammo

 

I am not happy with that

Because when I ran out, my character soon went splat!

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May 22, 2012
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