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Mac FlyThey all love the food You can't assume certain people cannot eat the food Fish can be eaten anyway except cooked in wine My other friends i just found they do not like thee I am sick of the games If you don't like who i am nobody forced you to be my friend You can walk away It will hurt, but i'll be glad you gate crashed your gutts to walk away At least i'll not be stuck with a faker Me and my friends at maccy's They have the Ham burgers and whatever they wish I have the fishy We Mac fly We have whatever at maccy's then we fly All the way back to class It was cool catching the bus to town then back again I take the tablets and i am more than just fine I can cope with the bump of speeds So nice to mac fly My best thing is the milk shakes, Doughnuts, apple pie and apple juice We so love to mac fly We gotta fly to be back in time to class hoping the bus will mac fly So we can fly Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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