by jarred1eindhoven, North Brabant, Netherlands
Feb 2016 1,116 Views 0 comments
while on the walls the clocks read noon
while on the walls the clocks read noon
of on while After that's aching Come I'm in as pain. true. it
in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox And I'd rather be grey,
but I can't speak for you. and then eat it and get the pox Grey
souls, Grey shoes I've even got grey blues. Finish the day with bagels
and lox We shouted "Turn down the music. It's too damn loud!" but
that and forgetteth where exactly i put it
of on while After that's aching Come I'm in as pain. true. it
in a box, and leave it behind a nice ox And I'd rather be grey,
but I can't speak for you. and then eat it and get the pox Grey
souls, Grey shoes I've even got grey blues. Finish the day with bagels
and lox We shouted "Turn down the music. It's too damn loud!" but
that and forgetteth where exactly i put it
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Posted: Feb 2016
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