Submitted by SURPRISINGPERSON on Fri, 08/03/2018 - 03:18 Those three kings of orient are Smoking giant smelly cigars. We told them to stop, and they did; (They knew better than to ignore a kid!) Those three kings of orient are No longer smoking giant cigars. Genre Poetry Tags listening cigars Comments Damaris Ann Sat, 08/04/2018 - 20:03 Permalink Cute and funny :) Cute and funny :) I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
Damaris Ann Sat, 08/04/2018 - 20:03 Permalink Cute and funny :) Cute and funny :) I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
Cute and funny :)
Cute and funny :)
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.