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Stitches

This is a story about stitches,
So this is how it goes:
Me and my dog both got stitches
Only one day apart.
Isn't that a coincidence?
I don't really think so,
But here we go again.

When you have stitches
you become the richest.
You don't lay in ditches,
But you sing with high pitches.

There are differences about our stitches.
You got four.
I got six.
That's not a big difference though

When you have stitches
you become the richest.
You don't lay in ditches,
But you sing with high pitches.

There is one thing you have that I don't have.
you have a cone on your head.
Lucky for me I don't have one.

When you have stitches
you become the richest.
You don't lay in ditches,
But you sing with high pitches.

There is nothing else to say about stitches,
For now the stitches stay in.
Eventually the stitches come out.
This is my last line.
so here we go.
Peace out.
Hola at your stitches

When you have stitches
you become the richest.
You don't lay in ditches,
But you sing with high pitches.
Written by brokeninside2024 (Gabby.S2378)
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