The raisin is a proud one
He has dignity and grace
He's articulative and smart
And finds nobility in his place
Until a young prune rolls by
As slowly as a snail
He looks at the proud raisin and asks,
"Hey, have you gone stale?"
The young and innocent
The old and stale
haha,don't apologize olivia, it is better than my cheesy lampshade story =)
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