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Just dropping off this pickaxe so you can farm!
A Poem by Tiannah-rose
Whose Blonde hair is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his Blonde hair a shake,
And laughs until his belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Blonde hair is Sexy, British and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
"I can really relate to this. My Blonde hair is also Sexy, British and deep."
- The Daily Tale