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April's Fools
He wears a hat
And sits in a puddle
Where rainwater is pooling,
Where the flowers will grow.
Next month.
He puts on his best,
And sits in the dirt.
The sun doesn't ever come,
So his clothes stay wet.
And he chafes.
She sunbathes,
Tome el sol,
In the dead of the night.
She sports her nudity,
Au natural.
She dances
In the moonlight
Because she loves
Her god.
And the sun.
And sits in a puddle
Where rainwater is pooling,
Where the flowers will grow.
Next month.
He puts on his best,
And sits in the dirt.
The sun doesn't ever come,
So his clothes stay wet.
And he chafes.
She sunbathes,
Tome el sol,
In the dead of the night.
She sports her nudity,
Au natural.
She dances
In the moonlight
Because she loves
Her god.
And the sun.
Published 4th Apr 2014
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