A house I saw it was big it was small
I saw a kid he was sad
he cried and cried and cried
until he stopped
looked at me and said
Isaac watermelon
I said wassup man
he said
my dream was to meet Isaac watermelon
he was rich
he was good
he said never to let go of
my dream
and there I was sitting there waiting and waiting
till I
got blown up by an RPG
SPLAT
THE END
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