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Where The Sidewalk Ends
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
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Kai'Aishah is my name and I like to play losts of sports such as Basketball,Baseball,Soccer,Track&Field,XC and others. I am a pro in every sport I do.