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A Scarecrow smiled
And said one day “Thought I’m not free But still I’m gay. I know I can’t dance I know I can’t play My feet are bound Will stay that way. But I see the sun The flowers , the Sheep The stars and the moon While you all sleep. I have no kids No wife no rift I stay so cool This life is a gift. I pay no rent No bloody bills Just scare the crows While standing still. No worries of school No tricky tests No horrid home work Life’s full of rest. Scare crows have gret fun Don’t you all agree? Wanna be a Scare crow? No??? EXCUSE ME!!!!”
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