Grafitti Standing on the side of the old oak schoolhouse, graffiti lingers on the wood. People stroll nearby, along square sidewalks, carrying their umbrellas in one hand and their briefcases in the other. The adults scoff in disgust as they see the assortment of colors, some even announcing, "What is that? Some kind of art? That's disgraceful." Despite the harsh words, the graffiti remains, as if it knew they were plagued by ignorance. They didn't know who the graffiti was supposed to be, or what it was supposed to mean, they only knew they didn't like it. The side
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H-O-M-E-S-T-U-C-KHumorous happenings Hussie didOver more than 3 years agoMade first on Microsoft paintEveryone would soon come to knowSburb was started by four kids That the trolls tried to helpUpdates every day with the story amidChecking for updates every 12 hours whileKicking back and drinking wicked elixir.
I love these!!!
Can't wait for Gamzgrub :3