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It'd bed ripping icicles weather outside winter is here and I'm trying to hide but the cold finds a way in my head starts to spin or it could be my eyes, or this room's a disguise for an orbiting ship I slip into unconsciousness although you couldn't really tell unless you knew, I know 'cause my toes are blue, my breathing's slightly sharp and Jack Frost is here with a harp to play me out. I wander once again, but it's no big deal that I can't feel my fingers anymore and why doesn't the cold ever creep out of the door instead of always creeping in? someone pinned a tail on me mistaken for a donkey? I often am the old dog ambles on Timmy was a terrier and we used him as a ferretter along the River Lune, t'weir were theer and we were here and blue sky diving all the way, if only yesterday had learnt to swim and I could stop myself from diving in carpet slippers on a parquet floor? to stop me slipping if you're wondering what for. It's that time if the time is now and wondering why or how won't make the sun shine it does it automatically.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
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It'd bed ripping icicles weather outside winter is here and I'm trying to hide but the cold finds a way in my head starts to spin or it could be my eyes, or this room's a disguise for an orbiting ship I slip into unconsciousness although you couldn't really tell unless you knew, I know 'cause my toes are blue, my breathing's slightly sharp and Jack Frost is here with a harp to play me out. I wander once again, but it's no big deal that I can't feel my fingers anymore and why doesn't the cold ever creep out of the door instead of always creeping in? someone pinned a tail on me mistaken for a donkey? I often am the old dog ambles on Timmy was a terrier and we used him as a ferretter along the River Lune, t'weir were theer and we were here and blue sky diving all the way, if only yesterday had learnt to swim and I could stop myself from diving in carpet slippers on a parquet floor? to stop me slipping if you're wondering what for. It's that time if the time is now and wondering why or how won't make the sun shine it does it automatically.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
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