The No Knob Door, by Bethany |
I’m a door Who’s getting sore I can’t do my job Cause I’m without a knob I might be able to close tight Open again may take all night It’s a small job PLEASE, REPLACE MY KNOB |
Posted: 2007-03-20 07:12:29 UTC |
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