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The Wildest Dream
I am in Naples Florida,
I’m swimming with 10,000,000 swordfish.
I’m failing at trying to throw spears at them, I throw spears better in Lake Michigan.
Kanye has come to help.
I asked what he’s doing in Naples, he says he’s off the grid.
Just then, it starts to rain, and a thunderstorm is on the way.
This is no ordinary thunderstorm, though. This thunderstorm is made of red gatorade.
The rain is close in color to vermillion.
I bet not even a chemist could explain why the rain is how it was.
After the rain stops, Margot Robbie and Emma Watson bring me a plate of 2 eggs and hashbrowns, dubious I would finish the whole thing.
I tell them that on god I can, and they shout “Hurray!” When I eat it all.
I think the two of them amor me, probably more than Napoleon, because they keep telling me “You’re so handsome.”
After all of this, a gargoyle wearing flip flops told me it was time to wake up.
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