Nickel and Dime

A nickel, a dime,

A draw of the line,

How is it, you seem so fine?

Uhh, your so dang blind, 

You don't get my mind,

You won't say you like me, thats some bullshark,

If you don't tell me soon, 

your such a dang loon,

But i'll whistle a toon, and wish on full moon,

That you will tell, and all will be swell!

The End

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