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dodaj prosze, mam sprawe
Jeremy's laughter takes a wicked phase.
Mismatched socks now sinister stripes,
His joyous dance conceals dark swipes.
Pickle pie, a potion so foul,
He plots in shadows, a cunning scowl.
Umbrella flight, a plan to deceive,
Laughs like thunder, make-believe.
Juggling plates, a scheme unfolds,
Tripping others, as darkness holds.
In the town where joy once bloomed,
Jeremy's laughter, now illumed.
Stuck in a tree, a bit insane.
Juggling plates with a goofy grin,
Tripping on shoelaces, a joyful spin.
A town's delight, a comic boon,
Jeremy, our laughter monsoon.
Mismatched socks, a flying bird.
Dances wild in grocery aisles,
Laughs at jokes, walks for miles.
Pickle pie and meowing car,
Chases butterflies, near and far.
In a world so serious and stern,
Jeremy's laughter takes a turn.