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5.17.2006
The Ball in the Sky, by Jonah
I throwed my ball up high in the sky. And the sky was not a mean sky. It was a nice sky. It had hands. And it throwed the ball back to me. And I caught it. I throwed the ball up in the sky. It flew far, far, away. And I was crying. So I died.
2 Comments:
Priceless.
That has the sound of classic tribal mythology.
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