In this place I call Home,
There lays a yellow garden gnome,
He wears, upon his head, A red hat,
He's a bit on the shy side, I'll tell ya that,
I like to call him a name,
One that shall never have a same,
I call him St Jack
But if you see him, Don't turn your back
A wise warning to those who sense is what they lack
You need always face me Jack
Idk, but isn't it awesome?!?! blaugh heart blaugh heart
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Rawar
..... *munches on cookie*
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Consumed by the fire within
Losing taste and getting thin
There in my problem lies my answer
Need to stop smoking this dirty cancer
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what an interestinazing (=interesting+amazing) poem......
garden gnomes scare me.....lol! heart heart