Lost in Space

Call me the Clean Hippy. The little Lover Boy. “Uno mas!”, you may cry. “No fuss need”, I will reply. Although first, I’m here to clean up the filth. Yah hear? It’s near. It makes me mean and chippy, how dirty human beings… being, can be. In the air. At the fair. I do declare, it is a travesty. Oh dear, me.

Oh boy, do I have a story for you. It involves unicorns, puppies, rainbows, and the stars at night, with plenty moving to wish upon.

Plenty to see. Not only fish in the sea, but with clear water you can see; but in night sky. The light, shines so bright. You’ll see each and everyone, the suns dubbed stars.

Have you ever taken a picture of the moon? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS1U1iQPtX E
 I have to. I have to. I’ve only kept 2, but I have too.

Where should i begin………?

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