Songs I wrote with the Internet

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So yeah, I went full crazy with song writing with stupidity that I went to the internet to write me songs. It also comes with free album art 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Feel free to lose your shit with this songs 😂😂😂😂

Feel free to lose your shit with this songs 😂😂😂😂

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Our Stinky Potato Love
By Vince Chan

This one's for you Mr Frost!

My love for you is like the most stinky potato,
Your face reminds me of lovable flamingos,
Together, we are like bread rolls and olive oil.

Oh darling Howland,
My stinky potato,
My lovable runner bean,
The perfect companion to my bread rolls soul.

Roses are red,
Cornflowers are blue,
I like drinking tequila,
But not as much as I love bashing with you!

Oh darling Howland,
Your teeth are like remarkable petals on a winter day,
You're like the most exciting extra to ever walk my bed.

Your lovable flamingo face,
Your olive oil soul,
Your remarkable teeth,
Your exciting extra being...

How could I look at another when our stinky potato love is so strong?

I love you Mr Frost!



The Tale of My Jolly 7th Grader Sister
By WaqueKoala

It began on a strong Friday evening:
I was the most amusing Student around,
She was the most jolly 7th grader.

She was my Sister,
My jolly Sister,
My 7th grader.

We used to sleep so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to wash together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one evening, one strong evening,
We decided to wash too much.
Together we handled a turtle.
It was useful, so useful.

From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so sharp.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She teased a ghost.
Alas, a ghost!
My Sister teased a ghost.
It was great, so great.

The next day I thought my nose had broken,
I thought my eyes had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that evening,
That strong Friday evening.

My eyes... ouch!
When I think of that jolly 7th grader,
That jolly 7th grader and me.

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