by deanbpmStoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England, UK
Jul 2009 338 Views 1 comments
What does that mean?
in the realms of fabrication
where dreams and nightmares
undecidedly lose their brass tacks
i was considering dancing a waltz
when i came across a pseudo old chap
i asked him if he could curl ones liver
as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
had simply become to much to bare
but he just shuffled and stared at me blankly
and said 'que veut dire ceci?
where dreams and nightmares
undecidedly lose their brass tacks
i was considering dancing a waltz
when i came across a pseudo old chap
i asked him if he could curl ones liver
as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
had simply become to much to bare
but he just shuffled and stared at me blankly
and said 'que veut dire ceci?
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Posted: Jul 2009
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