Attached and feeling deserted
It came with a smile with and a mind perverted
Shared jiffies of peculiar excursions
With declaration of amiable illusions
It maneuvered the jaunt with smolder mugs
Introduced the carnival and shared the hugs
In the shore it projected mammoth laughs
Bits of pieces of iniquity hidden in half’s
Everybody ruminate base on the looks
Everybody forgets to not judge the books
It will be loved, you will be drawn
It will be amusing, you will be torn
Keep that smile, keep that bliss
Cause day will come it will be amiss
Unfair is the world of cackle and glares
Hoaxy – the metaphor of DAWN spares
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