I don't have much to talk about. Because I am nearly asleep. My fingers today are very stout. I want to go to bed and count sheep. Today I have photography. The only excitement I believe I'll get. Sometimes school seems elementary. Hopefully I won't get bit. My house is cold. There is no heat. Maybe I'll be bold, and get off my seat. (To go turn on the heat) No I think not. I'll stay here on the couch. And dream of the hot. Kangaroos have a pouch. I have done my job. I'm off to eat food. My dad can go by Bob. He's one sick dude.
OK, I wrote this post in rhyme, somethings don't make sense because it's too early and I can't really thin right now. G'dbye.
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