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He Is Whatever He Wants To Be

A gnome met a weasel and fell in love They created a child from stuff they found above In high closet shelves and in branches of trees Their child was a cute combo, a hybrid with good knees Is he steampunk? Asked a rude neighbor Blanche. He’s whatever he wants to be said his cousin Ranch. All because a gnome met a weasel and fell in love. Showing their child how to rise high and above.

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