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When it Rains
When it rains
It washes away
What’s wet and what
The wetness stained
And drowns what came
To cause me pain
And keep me up
All night and day
And possibly take
My life away
19 horses and 19 men
Knocking on my window pane
And when it rains
It tells the day
No one can come out to play
And that makes the sun say
“I must now dry up the day
And save whats left to be saved”.
And when I look
I have to say
That what I see I can’t explain
What was flooded yesterday
Is now completely drained
And when I say
The sun has came
To shine its rays
On my troubled face
And liven what relentless rain
Had no remorse and washed away
-19 horses and 19 men
Knocking on my window pane.
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Ewwwwwwwwwwww! Yuck!
I'll just make you some more, you nerd. Geeze...
They're not regurgitated!
And anyway, I dislike bananas. You can have 'em.
:)
<Hands a moccolicious-tripplechocolate-and-wonderful-butterbeans cookie.>
I'll just be in my corner, eating peanut butter and bananas.
Enjoy your cookie, Boos.
I can get along with my robotic legs just fine, thank you.
I would loooooovvvvvve some scotchtape, though. It's so hard to keep track of a roll of tape these days <Sigh> It's even hard to keep track of a pencil sharpener, for that matter.
Want a cookie?
Wow.
Well, your giggleless laugh is kinda sorta pretty dang creepy.
Duck! Now bank left!
That's it! Now bang that giant robot on the head with that banana over there... There! No, not there! There! Good! (It would seem that the war is not over yet, even if the king has been made into figurative pumpkin pie {He's been pureed, sorta})
Yes! You got 'im! That's the last of them, I think.
