A Conversation With A 3 Year Old

Poem By david gerardino

she is she,
we are we,
and they are they,
and them we dont like,
couse they have bad breath,
and wear a size green.

so who is me,
and who is she,
and who are they,
and why pick on them,
when you could pick on me.

and that size green gotz to go.

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