Pumkin Pumkin
Pumkin Pumkin
eat a pumkin pie without making it myself eat a pumkin pie be a pumkin pie upon
a shelf pick a pumkin pie from the shelf to patch my eye the carving woman come
and left leg is matching Frankenstein no the right one is still fine salt the pumkin
seeds again let me play at life love will come to me love will come anon the
carving woman home the pumkin flavor stone in pie become the eye of gnome
the eye at home
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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