why are my flowers dead?
I got a cookie on my head
I have a basketball in the shed.
and now I have to go to bed
But first I have to get fed.
So I'll eat the cookie on my head.
Then I'll play with the basketball in the shed.
After that i'll stop and ask myself...
why are my flowers dead?
a random poem by...
Brandon harms of the seven sacred cheese-its, holder of the sacred pot of coolness, seeker of the five missing cookies and king of all things awesome.
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