by methuzelahTampa, Florida, USA
Mar 2019 314 Views 1 comments
similar
when in the shade of nothing but books
near the fire, comes the fire-man
instead, got cold, shivering, smart
hold the onions, cause there's no mayo
in fact, another branch from my tree
that become dry.
near the fire, comes the fire-man
instead, got cold, shivering, smart
hold the onions, cause there's no mayo
in fact, another branch from my tree
that become dry.
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Posted: Mar 2019
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