I worked all day,
then cut the grass,
now I`m walking funny,
(cause I developed a rash) ,
I forgot what it`s like,
to work a sweat,
so now`s the time,
to place your bets,
I`ll be sore,
like a walking dead 'walker'
so goodnight to you,
my friends and stalkers,
I may walk,
like a wacky duck,
but I don't really,
give a f@#$
to make you laugh,
is always fun,
(and just for the record)
THIS AINT A RE-Run! !
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