Sunny Was A Wase Car Driver Poem by sean north

Sunny Was A Wase Car Driver



wItH
hEaLinG
cOmEs HeaLinG

nOw
We danCinG
oN thE cIeLinG

WHaT
Tha A Fun
Me Feeling.

tires
peeling

lemons
squeeling

aLL rEvVed uP
TiLL All ReVeaLinG.

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