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33 ratings 
Meesa hands all shaky. Ears droopin’.
Meesa say, “Meesa… meesa gay. An’… meesa kinda wanna kissin’ yousa.”
Dat not easy words for sayin’. Dey come from da deepest, squishiest part of meesa heart. Meesa no tryin’ to make trouble. No tryin’ to trickin’ nobody. Just speakin’ da truth.
But if Finn turn round an’ say he wanna punchin’ meesa in da face for dat? Ohhh… dat hurt more than any boom boom blaster.
Meesa would say, “Oh no, Finn… meesa only givin’ yousa honesty. If yousa no feel da same, dat okay. But why yousa wanna hurt meesa for lovin’?”
Meesa would rather hear, “Jar Jar, me no feel same way,”
than hear fists talk louder than words.
Meesa heart can handle “no.”
But it break when friend choose anger instead of kindness.
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree