Just a thought that whistled through,
like
a slow night train on its way to Crewe,
but
you don't find many vegan birds, if any,
do you?
the worm that never has a chance
hears in that great expanse of sky,
these chilling words,
die worms die,
that's why
they live
underground.
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 2:19 AM UTC
Just a thought that whistled through,
like
a slow night train on its way to Crewe,
but
you don't find many vegan birds, if any,
do you?
the worm that never has a chance
hears in that great expanse of sky,
these chilling words,
die worms die,
that's why
they live
underground.
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