Sang too the tune of "When the son goes diwn" by Kenny Chesney
When the donuts come, we be grooving
When the donuts come, we'll be feeling alright
When the donuts come, in all of their glory
Everything will be better, when the donuts come
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Paper airplane Lift up higher and higher Take off Never land Upon the wind Through the trees Fly plane fly Paper airplane Made of paper chea...
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