
Over the clouds,
A small bird wrote,
“Bless me Oh! Lord,
For I am hungry,
Let me have cherries wirh cake π,
And bread and butter,
For my mother told me,
That it’s my birthday.”
Adios!

Over the clouds,
A small bird wrote,
“Bless me Oh! Lord,
For I am hungry,
Let me have cherries wirh cake π,
And bread and butter,
For my mother told me,
That it’s my birthday.”
Adios!
ExcelleΓ±tπ
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