This just in, a matter of national interest,

The fairy garden, has spread, her legs,

The joke has fallen, and he didn’t make,

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His shot, cried, called it candy, said,

Do you believe in magic, and, the poet,

Wasn’t good enough, to complete,

The rhyme, he fell, said is it four twenty,

Did he, fall on me, its wet, clean up,

It made, a mess, everywhere,

But, it, kept going,

Because the poet,

Is misspelling, fishing,

Fell, died, went to Afghanistan.