The music pumping loud
my soul flying free...
I flew to the moon in my rocket ship,
And gathered moon dust in a jar...
What is up with school?
Why does it have all these rules...
As class begins my boredom sets in,
I'm fighting a battle I can't seem to win...
My mom always said never ride a bike without...
But I was to cool to listen to that...
Smiling is infectious: you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today I started smiling...
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One day I'll grow old...
Tennessee is orange
Kentucky is blue...
She looks in the mirror
every single morning...
Praise soda, the synthetically colored nectar
Pumped with sugar and empty calories...
There have been some drunken poets
And so many of them are great...
What a bad day our teacher has a flu
Bad day huh?! Says who...