choice poem

me and my brother were talking about hairline i said hid was bad as an acute angle then we started fighting like Bengals this all because he had a square line hairline.

After we got done scraping we went whit water rafting and to think we were fighting like Bengals i hit my head and every thing started looking mangled.

The raft went smash and crash,and things started to get really really bad and as our heads are trying to last the water started not to be that bad so we sat there waiting on our dad.


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