| Cross Eyed Raspberries
by: Karl Stewart |
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Cross eyed raspberries a signal for truce he's breathing my air! as I hyperventilated but she never suffocated so I figure she was wrong her air was her air even if she didn't know it It was still fun trying picking on her was great sport fighting with my sister was a hobby for me being the only boy gave me advantage I was never the one blamed and if I acted hurt she always got in trouble it wasn't really fair but she was bigger than me I loved relentless picking but when we each had had enough cross eyed raspberries is what we blew a signal for truce |
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