Sandwich
no sand
a
tea but not witch
I feel slightly
Rodney
must have that
biopsy
Albert tells me
it's okay.
the wind from the East
could blow me away
not today though because
I'm weighed down by life.
glad of some gravity
who wouldn't be?
shouldering responsibility,
the new me
albeit without the biopsy.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
Sandwich
no sand
a
tea but not witch
I feel slightly
Rodney
must have that
biopsy
Albert tells me
it's okay.
the wind from the East
could blow me away
not today though because
I'm weighed down by life.
glad of some gravity
who wouldn't be?
shouldering responsibility,
the new me
albeit without the biopsy.
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