Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Smoking pot and getting high
He took a large Puff
In a voice that was gruff
He said " what a good boy am I"
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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