...it's Sunday. Whoop-ie.
And my birthday party-thing is next Saturday! Whoop-ie.
I am enthusiasm, yes.
There is nothing to be said, really. Other than--"NO...WHY MUST SCHOOL BE TOMORROW? NOOOO." But, Friday off~. Yeeeee.
Now, you all must comment and shower me with peanut butter and jam. I have no idea why, you just should, 'cause poke-not-the-penguin says so.
*poses in spotlight and waits for the showering of said smushed peanuts and berries*
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Suburban Jesus
High upon the chainlink cross.
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[b:12e73381be]Crimson lights the sky, the bird still asleep
Like a dream it shines, from heaven's safe keep
Childrens songs we sung, as soft as the breeze
Endless fields, our home, I long for those days...[/size:12e73381be]
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Like a dream it shines, from heaven's safe keep
Childrens songs we sung, as soft as the breeze
Endless fields, our home, I long for those days...[/size:12e73381be]
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