I am a cake, i don’t want to be baked, because my baker is a fake, he got stabbed with a garden rake, he now has a terrible ache, he can only dance as good as that singer drake.
I wish i could be a piece of steak, how much longer can this guy take. He is taking hours, he must be smelling flowers,
He can’t have any powers.
I’m going to die, i’m starting to cry, i can not lie, he is an evil guy, i guess it is time to say bye.
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