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 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 12:50 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
This is an inside joke with my friends, sorry :)
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