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I like to laugh on Tuesday's.The music says That's Cool. No fooling, I do magic. I disappear on cue. You got reason for your witness. The stands not best at night. It's heavy and they're hurting. Yes, people cry, That's Right. No sight, you'll see me Silly. It's line, past times So fine. It's ticking for a Reason. With heart's that beat like mine. Do the math, it’s easy. The wrongs line up so fast. But you and me are sneezy. So, don’t ever laugh in class. My ass, this sling ain’t Slinky. It's down to curbs and cost. The lost all here before us. The must is not ‘Who's Boss’. “Oh Dear”, the end is scary. Yet Heaven and Hell just stare. It's up and us already. Then Friday says “We're There!” I like my Sunday  Funnies. Yet Monday's not a treat. My French ain't good on Tuesday. My Fries are good to eat. Then Thursday says  “We're Coming, the wear with Where Will We Meet? My Point the Way has Arrows. Go green, it's still a No. The show me up ain’t funny. Your nose is runny, so. Let's play “Hide the Heartache!”. My tooth is very dear. Yet Take Me Out has tethered talks not very clear. So please excuse my pastime. My rhymes has Pass Me "Bye".The Sunday Funny’s are here to share. You have no reason to cry.

 

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