uranus is blue
roses are red violents are blue everything is black i can't see can you.
roses are red vilets are blue i toke a poo and it smelt like u
roses are red violets are blue I have five fingers the third ones for you
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. I’m breaking up with you bitch.
Here is a story, my best friend was Chinese, his name was Chong- king. I took him to a restaurant one day and he said “ I am Chong king. I said I know your name is Chong king, within a few minutes he just randomly died making weird noises and turning blue by every second.
Anyone know what happened?
If, Joey Deacon made his own company, it would be called The Joey Deacon Company; Walt Disney should have a run for its money. P.S.. The Joey Deacon Pictures logo would have some autistic people making noises to 'When You Wish Upon A Window', with the castle being the Blue Peter ship, instead.
roses are red violets are blue it's really no wonder your mama left you
Roses are red violets are blue old man Jeffrey touches the youth.
Roses are red Violet are blue ur dad bought you
What red white and blue all over?
A dead cop
What is white, blue eyed, blonde haired and somehow was made in galilee during the roman occupation? An Itallian Renaissance painting that was carbon dated
what is red white and blue and makes me proud to live in this country? the baby in the corner I choked, stabbed, and then came on.
Joshua White loves blue, A simple truth, tried and true. In his pocket, only six, Yet each penny a valued fix.
With eyes that seek the azure skies, He dreams of places that mesmerize. A palette of blues, a symphony of hues, Whispering secrets only he can choose.
His heart beats to the rhythm of the sea, Where waves crash, wild and free. In sandy shores, he finds solace rare, A momentary escape from life's daily wear.
In cerulean fields, flowers dance, Their vibrant petals, a timeless romance. He wanders through meadows, devoid of strife, Seeking solace in nature's vibrant life.
Joshua White, a soul of gentle grace, Embracing the world at his own pace. Though his pockets hold a mere six, His spirit soars, never to be fixed.
For in the depths of his azure dreams, The richness of life's tapestry gleams. And with every breath, he finds anew, That love is boundless, ever true.
how old is a blue plane
blue
roses or red voilets are blue the childern are fast but elmo is faster bow down to your master