Malcom the Maggot, he lives in a pear, but nobody knows he is living in there. His home has been picked and partially eaten, but Malcom the Maggot, he still isn't beaten. He's found a new home,thats out of our reach, up high in a tree, he's moved to a Peach..
Reason for writing:
The joy of making a child smile...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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