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I don't want a pickle,
I just wanna ride on my motorsickle.
And I don't want to die,
I just want to ride on my motorcy.
Cle.
-- Arlo Guthrie
The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies.
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonnie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the oceans's swell:
All creatures joy in the sun's returning,
And I rejoice in my bonn
👽 -- 📀 -- 🥒 -- 💃 -- 🐟 -- 🌳 -- ⚡ -- 🍆 -- 🌂 -- 🎫 -- 🎍 -- 🌸 -- 🌽 -- 📘 -- 🐝
btw go back to being dead