I asked my mom, the keyboard,
Who her favorite child was.
She said, “I have no favorite
“And the reason is because
“I love all my kids the same.
“They’re all precious to me.”
And everyone believed her
Except the right “SHIFT” key.
I asked my mom, the keyboard,
Who her favorite child was.
She said, “I have no favorite
“And the reason is because
“I love all my kids the same.
“They’re all precious to me.”
And everyone believed her
Except the right “SHIFT” key.
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