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⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⡀
⠄⠄⠄⣠⣤⢶⣻⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣤⣀
⠄⠄⣼⣺⢷⣻⣽⣾⣿⢿⣿⣷⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣇
⠠⡍⢾⣺⢽⡳⣻⡺⣽⢝⢗⢯⣻⢽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡄
⡨⣖⢹⠜⢅⢫⢊⢎⠜⢌⠣⢑⠡⣹⡸⣜⣯⣿⢿⣻⣷
⢜⢔⡹⡭⣪⢼⠽⠷⠧⣳⢘⢔⡝⠾⠽⢿⣷⣿⣟⢷⣟
⢸⢘⢼⠿⠟⠁⠄⠄⡀⠄⠃⠑⡌⠄⠄⠈⠙⠿⣷⢽⣻
⢌⠂⠅⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡀⣲⣢⢂⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⣯⠏
⠐⠨⡂⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡀⡔⠋⢻⣤⡀⠄⠄⢀⠄⢸⣯⠇
⠈⣕⠝⠒⠄⠄⠒⢉⠪⠄⠄⠄⢿⠜⠑⠢⠠⡒⡺⣿⠖
⠄⠐⠅⠁⡀⠄⠐⢔⠁⠄⠄⠄⢀⢇⢌⠄⠄⠄⠸⠕
⠄⠄⠂⠄⠄⠨⣔⡝⠼⡄⠂⣦⡆⣿⣲⠐⠑⠁⠄⠃
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠃⢫⢛⣙⡊⣜⣏⡝⣝⠆
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠈⠁⠁⠁⠈⠈⠊
Drawn like a girl on a moonlit night,
Her ears perked up, her tail a curl,
A playful spirit, a joyous whirl.
But alas, a car speeds by,
Without a thought, without a sigh,
And the furry shape, so full of life,
Is struck down, in a moment of strife.
The world moves on, the car drives away,
Leaving behind a lifeless display,
Of what was once a furry girl,
Now lost forever in a cruel world.
So let us take a moment to mourn,
For the furry shape that was so forlorn,
And vow to protect those like her,
From the dangers of this world's blur.
You have to give it some thought and wonder, how did this little m & m do it? How was he skilled enough to be the last m & m in the bag, out of all the other M & M’s in the bag? All the different colours. All the different sizes.I always let the last one go because he was the strongest, the swiftest, the smartest peanut out of the bunch. If you respect the candy, you gotta respect the nut.
Some people will call it science. Others will call it luck. I like to call it destiny. it was destiny combined with talent that made this little fella survive. Picture it. All of these other peanuts, some bigger than you, some faster than you, some smarter than you…all fighting to stay in the back of the bag when you turn it upside down to eat one of them. This little fella beat the odds. He deserves to be set free, just on moral obligation alone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ with some wet ass ♥♥♥♥♥
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass ♥♥♥♥♥
Give me everything you got for this wet ass ♥♥♥♥♥
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
♥♥♥♥♥ A-1, just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him taste it, and now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
I wanna gag, I wanna choke
I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat
I hope this enlightens you like it did me. The Universe really does give its strongest battles to its toughest warriors, but with the voice of the stars on our side, how could we possibly see defeat?