"I have two cats!"
he said with a laugh...
as he fell to his knees...
and rolled on his back...
The time was all there
but the money went flat.
The essence of nightshade
That will do that.
So onward he marched...
and later he squeezed
but rightfully so,
the windowless breeze.
With fortnights on days
and cherry blossoms in bloom,
Mr. Finnegan woke up.
It was half past noon.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
"I have two cats!"
he said with a laugh...
as he fell to his knees...
and rolled on his back...
The time was all there
but the money went flat.
The essence of nightshade
That will do that.
So onward he marched...
and later he squeezed
but rightfully so,
the windowless breeze.
With fortnights on days
and cherry blossoms in bloom,
Mr. Finnegan woke up.
It was half past noon.
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