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My orchard turns into scrapyard
My orchard turns into scrapyard
My ancient orchard
Right behind my backyard
Now becomes but junkyard
Where you may once find
The old junk of any kind
That can come to mind
[*]
I bribed a mustard
With a piece of faked wild card
To cleanup that junkyard
But it is too hard
For a poor ancient mustard
To make clean the yard
[*]
An old avatar
As well as strange movie star
Or barrel of black tar
A transformator
As well as an allocator
Or dislocator
A graduator
As well as an fornicator
Or combinator
... etc (DIY s'il vous plait)
(you can visit
http://s3peye.blogspot.com
for more insane stuff ...)
My ancient orchard
Right behind my backyard
Now becomes but junkyard
Where you may once find
The old junk of any kind
That can come to mind
[*]
I bribed a mustard
With a piece of faked wild card
To cleanup that junkyard
But it is too hard
For a poor ancient mustard
To make clean the yard
[*]
An old avatar
As well as strange movie star
Or barrel of black tar
A transformator
As well as an allocator
Or dislocator
A graduator
As well as an fornicator
Or combinator
... etc (DIY s'il vous plait)
(you can visit
http://s3peye.blogspot.com
for more insane stuff ...)
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My orchard turns into scrapyard
My orchard turns into scrapyard
