by Unknown
Jul 2012 329 Views 6 comments
Your Play
So you have come
To give us a crumb
While holding your thumb
To your nose.
At the end of the day
The stale crumb falls away
Exposing this play
That you chose.
To give us a crumb
While holding your thumb
To your nose.
At the end of the day
The stale crumb falls away
Exposing this play
That you chose.
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Posted: Jul 2012
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