A man came to my door late last night.
It was about 8pm if my guessing is right
He seemed shaken and overcome with fright
He stuttered and stammered as I turned on the porch light
Timothy he said
Timothy he begged
Please listen to me he pled
I must save you his tongue shed
Flabbergasted at the sight,
my thoughts abstracted despite
his quadratic explanation of my plight.
We connected like an arc light.
Hold on I demanded
Wait a second I commanded
He could tell by my look I was stranded
in the immensity of the situation so he spoke candid
So your here to save my life? What do I say to something like that?
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
A man came to my door late last night.
It was about 8pm if my guessing is right
He seemed shaken and overcome with fright
He stuttered and stammered as I turned on the porch light
Timothy he said
Timothy he begged
Please listen to me he pled
I must save you his tongue shed
Flabbergasted at the sight,
my thoughts abstracted despite
his quadratic explanation of my plight.
We connected like an arc light.
Hold on I demanded
Wait a second I commanded
He could tell by my look I was stranded
in the immensity of the situation so he spoke candid
So your here to save my life? What do I say to something like that?
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