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
Out on a limb Around the bend Cat chases Tweety brird Two friends They meed each other Even at each other's throat
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