Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
Dec 28, 2016

So I'm told in Albany, there lives a little man
He's two foot at pinnacle, Napoleonic of demand
It's not his stature that makes me laugh, or his tiny angered rotund face
But the way his body jumps and shakes
And still can't get above my waist

Dragging in some of my AP stuff, as I've hit a small dearth of creativity :D
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