Freddy

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There was a lad named Jimmy
Who once lived up the hill
He didn’t want to play nice
Seemed all he did was kill
Hitting or punching e as I walked
And always calling me names
My best defense was to keep it in
Since his whole schema was lame
His last name was like Freddy’s
Now I’m not in his movie
Friday the 13th passed
And all he can do is catch bass
This could mean a fish
Or that could mean some music
And as I go I dance the flow
Thinking him as eunuch…I mean unique

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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