Hawk Tuah Love Poem Oh hawk tuah, my hawk tuah, where would I be without you? How devoid of life I would be, how lacking in love and laughter, without hawk tuah. How great a life that hawk tuah has blessed us with. For no more media has surpassed hawk tuah in its humor. The great and glorious hawk tuah. For we have discovered the pinnacle of human achievement. To find love and joy, to bring us together as one, to bring about the most of our creative potential, hawk tuah has done all of these things. Oh hawk tuah, how I love you dearly. How I yearn to say, “hawk tuah spit on that thang” for all of my days. And as I lie in bed, raging into that goodnight, my last breaths will be, “hawk tuah… hawk tuah… hawk tuah.” #1
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Hawk Tuah Love Poem
Oh hawk tuah, my hawk tuah, where would I be without you? How devoid of life I would be, how lacking in love and laughter, without hawk tuah. How great a life that hawk tuah has blessed us with. For no more media has surpassed hawk tuah in its humor. The great and glorious hawk tuah. For we have discovered the pinnacle of human achievement. To find love and joy, to bring us together as one, to bring about the most of our creative potential, hawk tuah has done all of these things. Oh hawk tuah, how I love you dearly. How I yearn to say, “hawk tuah spit on that thang” for all of my days. And as I lie in bed, raging into that goodnight, my last breaths will be, “hawk tuah… hawk tuah… hawk tuah.”