I was on the steps, I was late; my debt was in a bad bad state, but I kept on going to that certain date; I slept and being a baby brand new was first rate
Again while walking with that pace, in front of the factory stocking with rival grace, my eyes were locked in to the dragon mate, with the continuous hard knocks of his crunching life's fate
Again the mascot of the factory always caught in that fresh new slate, refused to be refrained and distraught as he was full of puff lastery being hot, he was the best at crunching the cereal through and through with his dominate true teeth traits
Again he filled my time slot with his mastery of the hotness of nothing to lose but being total-complete brave
His also dorm roomed never soaring mascot job by the billboard signs were herculean, while cereal was forming
My morning plots with beeps and whistles and horns too while opening knobs with thrilled folklore times were always certain to see him, he was no longer feral and giving the town warnings
Being Sincere and no longer skeptical of the hero's might, had myself say cheers to his perpetual cereal bites
- Avalon Dakota
- 10/19/25
- 12:03pm
- Crepitate
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