Saturday, September 5, 2009

DAD

Dad


We need fresh air,
Not dads stinky underwear,
When dad comes in I shout hurray
And wait for him to go away
I`m gunu be sick I`m gunu cry
Its all his fault if I die
UGH!!!
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