THE sky splits open like a angry mob,
the planets begine to play basketball,
as your moods start to swing.
YOUR telescope hitz a home run, then
begines to fade, , into this bipoler storm, into this heat.
YOU scratch your head with a rainy thought,
then laugh at the colors on your 4 walls.
then the lions rush in.
then the monkeys jump in.
then peaple from every where begine to sing.
MO, KO, WAY, OH, WAY, CO, E, TONT, TOOOOO.
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