Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Summer poem

I'm here, in my castle. No beer, not a hastle.
The moon is past full, so it sucks and it pull. Back the fun that we run in this season of hot sun.
Come September you will remember its my birthday and I get thirstay and Friday and Saturday begin again on Sunday as Monday will be funday
Tuesday we get loose and they bring it back on Wednesday again we are so Thursday
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☺♥☺ yours truly, Jared ☺♥☺

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