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Chris Yarnell Poem
Filling the breeze going through your hair
Hitting the ramps and getting air
Grinding the rails and riding around
Listen to your wheels what a wonderful sound
Doing heelflips,kickflips and pop shuvits too
I could never find anything else to do
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Stinch is my weapon
Rolling my prize possession
In a perfect ball
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thunder and lighting
also its raining hard
there is hail falling
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Chris Yarnell Poem
This tee shirt is very bright
When you see it,fills you with delight
It's not extra large nor is it wide
The laundry detergent I use is tide
So whenever you see it be happy with glee
Because im the onlyone with this yellow tee
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Driving down the road
Giving ice cream to the kids
Four wheels of deliciousness
Really catchy tune
I dont no how much it is
Depends on what kind you get
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Chris Yarnell Poem
BROWN AND CRISPY
ALLWAYS
CRUNCHY
OILY
NICE AND TASTY
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It's nice and sticky,it's white and runny
If you really stare at it you will think it is funny
You use it at school, you use it on paper
When you get home eat a vanilla wafer
So if you think I'm silly the notion is true
You better watch out I have elmers glue
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Chris Yarnell Poem
This squirrel is the best
Mess with him and you will rest
He has a bazooka and a gun
If you see him you will run
If your running and you fall
He will catch up, and help you will call
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Chris Yarnell Poem
Flowers are blooming
Birds singing up in the trees
Warm winds are blowing
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Chris Yarnell Poem
I woke up one morning and there was no sound
As I got out of bed I looked at the ground
He wasn't there where was my dog
I looked in the rain and searched in the fog
I couldn't find him so I looked by the bay
And then I just relized he got taken away
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