My head, my aching head
All the stress, turmoil I'm dealing
The harshness of reality is too much
I find a quiet place to hide.
I close my eyes and open my mind
Using my imagination, I visualize
Visualize being in a cartoon
A fun cartoon full of wacky fun
Zany adventures, using a anvil or gun
I bounce around, I can be a clown
I can solve mysteries with a hound
In the world of cartoons I can be anything
I can do anything I want
Wacky hijinks, here I come
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Author:
DLewis88 (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2024 06:55
- Category: Humor
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