

The boy who ran part 2This was a plan, A good plan indeed. He would keep it a big secret And just take what he’d need.The boy who ran part 2
An extra bow-tie,
In case he lost the first, A bottle of chocolate milk, To quench some of his thirst.
A copy of Red riding hood, To guide him through the forest, And a little baby blanket On top of which he could rest
He also took some cookies, With little chocolate chips, He also took some oranges, The ones without the pips.
The plan was to run, To run away from home. He thought he could go to Africa, Or


The boy who ranThere was once a boy, His name was Boo He wore a shirt and a hat, And an adorable bow-tie tooThe boy who ran
He studied in a school Built for children like himself With a lovable teacher,
And toys on the shelf.
The children were happy, They had fun all the time, They would learn, sing and dance, And occasionally rhyme.
Boo was nice, As many would say, But he also had a secret, That would be revealed one day.
Boo wasn’t happy, He didn’t like the others He barely had a friend, And no sisters or brothers.
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Dum spiro spero.
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*KACHINGGG*
Isn't it strange how much of a difference one letter can make?
No worries
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Dum spiro spero.
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~*~remember my name, you'll be screaming it later~*~
hope you dont mind the watch
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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Comedy is a funny way of being serious.
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