Treasure Island

Tyanna Willie


Crazy Days


Crazy Days can be Hard.
Crazy Days can be Hard for some people.
Crazy Days can be Funny.
Crazy Days can be Funny with friends.

Crazy Days are for Kids.
Crazy Days are for Kids that are bored.
Crazy Days are for Family.
Crazy Days are for Family too you know.

Crazy Days will be on the Weekends.
Crazy Days will be on the Weekends so everybody can join.
Crazy Days will be on Weekdays too.
Crazy Days will be on Weekdays too so you won't be alone.

Crazy, Crazy, Crazy why do we have to be Crazy.
Crazy, Crazy, Crazy why do we have to be Crazy everyday.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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