Some how I have three
she called it a gift I say
it is an inconvenience.
She loves it when I play football...
The wind drives me into her arms.
Every first down I make drives her harder...
She calls every penalty...the zebra man...
The doctor calls it a wast of her time
I think she has anterior motives......
The doctor has a large farm in Georgia
where the peanuts lay allover the ground...
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